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Twisted payback

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Synopsis: A young wife wants payback on her unfaithful husband

© Graymangazer 2012





                                                                    Twisted Payback.


   Graymangazer.


A wife wants payback for her husbands cheating.


Please feel free to comment, good or bad, I only know if my writing is any good by your feedback.


I also welcome E-mails to Graymangazer@hotmail.co.uk and will always answer.



                                                                              Part 1.


“The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels,” I told her.


“Okay, naked, completely naked.”


“Is that all?”  I asked.


“No. Handcuffed to the bed as well,” Beth replied.


“Anything else?” I asked.


“Im not saying just now, Ill save my other choices as a surprise,” she said.

She ran her fingertips slowly down the open neckline of her blouse, and into her cleavage, stroking her concealed breast; she saw me watching and seductively licked her top lip. She was teasing me and I loved it

“What about you?” she continued.


“I think Id better keep mine a surprise as well then, it looks like Ill be pretty much under your control tonight, so Ill play it by ear,” I told her.


This sounded like it might be an interesting night, so I thought I had better keep something in reserve.


It was a game my wife, Beth and I played every few weeks. We each had five choices of dress or actions for ourselves or for each other.

We had agreed to always comply with one anothers choices, unless, of course, it was something either of us really didnt want:  Beth had always strongly refused to let me have anal sex with her for example.

But it still left us plenty of scope to play, our games were really only limited by our own imagination.

We only played our game occasionally though, that way it never got boring. It also gave us plenty of time to think of something original, though there were always favorites that we kept coming back to, such as the clothes I had chosen for her to wear tonight.

In truth, Beth is one of those lucky women who look good in anything. She could throw some old rags on and they would hang perfectly on her.

At five feet eight, shes slim but also curvy in just the right places, she has long red hair above a pale face, green eyes and a slim nose, with just a spattering of freckles and full lips on a mouth that is, according to her, a bit too wide, but to me ultimately kissable.

I adore her regardless of what she wears, but Im a man, and if I can get my wife into something sexy, and maybe even kinky, well, Im going to grab that opportunity with both hands.



I sipped my wine, savoring the dry tangy flavor. I was sitting in my favorite chair looking at Beth who had her feet tucked up under her on the sofa.

We had finished dinner an hour ago. It was early Friday evening, and we had a whole weekend to play our game if we wanted.

We stared at one another, neither of us speaking now; we both knew what was to happen next.

Slowly Beth stood up; again she licked her lips sexily, and with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, she sashayed from the room toward the bedroom.

I leisurely finished my wine, giving Beth time to prepare herself, and then ten minutes later, taking our empty glasses and the half full bottle I followed her.


The bedroom was empty, but I could hear Beth moving about in the en suite bathroom.

I quickly stripped my off clothes; I flung the bed cover back and lay down on the cool sheet.

I assumed what I considered a raunchy pose, laying on my side with my head supported by my right hand, my arm bent at the elbow.

My legs were bent at the knees, my left one upright lewdly exposing my erection.


The bathroom door opened and my breath caught as Beth entered.

In the seven years we have been married I have never grown tired of just looking at her, and here she was dressed like something from a wet dream.

She had added silver grey satin panties to the items I had suggested.

Her hair was piled up on top of her head, with a few wispy curls allowed to escape and hang down.

A triple string of pearls hung around her neck.

I smiled up at her as she stood with one knee resting on the bed; she cupped her breast with one hand and held the forefinger of the other to the side of her mouth.


She looked down at my hard penis “is that all for me?”  She asked coyly.


“Every last bit, and more than once,” I replied in a comically macho voice.


We both giggled. Beth then collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed.

My hand entwined in her hair as I pulled her to me, we kissed for quite some time, exploring one anothers mouths greedily, our tongues fighting a frenzied battle,

Breathlessly she pulled away, and lifting her head she tossed her hair back from her face.


“Youre supposed to be cuffed to the bed,” she whispered.


I let go of her and lay back, I spread my arms, clutching the headboard at either side of my head.


“Im all yours, do whatever you want,” I told her.


She climbed off the bed and opened a drawer in her dressing table; it was where we stored all our toys.

She returned to me holding two pairs of shiny handcuffs, and in just a few seconds my hands were cuffed securely to the bed.

She jumped up again and fetched two of her stockings. I guessed what she had in mind, and spread my legs so she could tie my feet wide apart.

I was helpless and so excited; I had the feeling that something special was going to happen this weekend.

If I had only known what!



Beth knelt astride my hips, she hooked her fingers into the bra cups of her Basque, and eased them down exposing her breasts, leaning forward she pushed one nipple into my eager mouth, I sucked, slowly increasing the pressure, drawing in more and more of her erect bud and as much of her breast as I could.

She moaned in pleasure as I gently bit down on her tit.

Then she pulled herself free, but only to replace one breast with the other for me to repeat the process.

When she finally pulled away she knelt beside me, she ran her hands over my body, slowly and gently, caressing and massaging.

I looked at her face as she concentrated on what she was doing, she looked so beautiful.


“This is nice, have you thought of your other choices yet?” I asked her quietly, hoping I wouldnt break the mood.


“I dont think Ill need anything else. But dont worry, I can guarantee you wont forget this night in a hurry.”


I relaxed back into the bed, enjoying the feel of her hands, feeling her fingers make their slow way down to my cock, just as I had hoped they would.

I had my eyes closed, but in my minds eye I could see her slim fingers, with deep red nails wrapped around my shaft.

She began to slowly move her hand up and down, I groaned with pleasure, feeling like a king, albeit a king tied to his bed, but a king nonetheless.

She quickened the pace, her hand building to a steady rhythm.

I could feel my climax building.

I wanted to stop her, to make it last longer, but the approaching orgasm was stronger than my will power.

All too soon my body stiffened and I arched up off the bed.

“Nnngggg…aahhhh,” I cried out, her pumping hand forcing sperm to arc and splash onto my stomach.


I sagged back down, although I had just laid there while Beth did all the work, I felt exhausted.

I sighed happily, and I could feel Beth still holding my rapidly wilting penis, I didnt know what she was doing, but with her busy fingers manipulating my cock I felt the stirrings of another erection.


“Dont you fucking get hard again yet, I need you soft for a few moments,” she hissed at me.


I could feel something gripping my cock, no, not gripping, encasing; she had wrapped something around my cock and it was squeezing me tight.


I wasnt worried, in fact I was enjoying the feeling, I thought it was another kinky idea that she wanted to try.

My curiosity though, was beginning to get the better of me. I strained my neck, lifting my head, trying to see what she was doing, but the way she was hunched over my body hid her hands from me, but I could feel her busy fingers around my cock and my balls.

Suddenly something pulled tight around my scrotum. I gasped even though it wasnt painful. Then it happened again, this time around my balls and the base of my cock.

It was then I began to grow concerned.


“What are you doing Beth?  Its hurting my cock, whatever it is,” I said in a more casual way than I was feeling.


“Im just about done, yes…..there,” she announced. And she sat back on her heels beside me on the bed.


I looked down my body at my crotch.

At first I didnt know what I was looking at, and then I slowly began to realize what she had done.

My penis was now inside a shiny metallic mesh tube. It was of a size that would fit me perfectly under normal circumstances: when I was soft. But as I was growing harder by the second my cock had no room to expand. I was only half erect and already the flesh of my penis was pushing through the mesh.

It was this that was causing me pain. The most bizarre thing though was the fact that I was still growing more erect.

I was in effect torturing myself.

I also saw that the tube was held in place by two chrome circlets: pulled tight around my balls and my penis.

Somehow I knew that these were locked on and this… this chastity tube, for want of a better word, would be staying in place until Beth decided otherwise.




She knelt on the bed beside me, the fingers of one hand played over my imprisoned cock. She licked her lips and smiled wickedly, her other hand at her mouth, the red painted nail of her finger between her teeth.


“See how hes trying to escape? The poor thing, but he does look delicious doesnt he?  All angry and trapped, and I do believe hes getting angrier, see how red hes getting?” she was excited by my position and what she had done. I could only wait to see what she planned. I was at her mercy.


I still believed that this was all just a game, but the growing pain from my cock was now giving me doubts.

“Its really starting to hurt now, can we take it off?” I asked.


She looked at me with her bottom lip protruding “Aw, why?  I like it like that. No I think it can stay on for awhile,” she said sulkily.


I looked down at myself; my cock looked as if it would burst out of the tube at any moment. It had turned a deep red, blue veins were showing through the mesh, and the head was protruding from the mouth of the tube trying to find room to grow.

It looked as painful as it felt.


I grimaced with the building agony; this no longer felt like a game, certainly no longer enjoyable “Come on Beth. Enough now, this bloody hurts, really.”


“Would you like me to kiss it better?” she asked.


“Just take it off will you, please?” I had had enough of this particular game.


“I bet Gina would.” She said.


“W…what,” I spluttered.


“Gina!  Shed kiss it for you wouldnt she?”


“Gina? What do you mean?  Gina who?”


She reached over to her bedside table and pulled something from the drawer.


“You know, Gina, the slut youve been fucking,” she said as she fiddled with the small black device she was holding.


“Honest Beth, youve got it wrong, I dont know any Gina.” That was all I managed to say, when suddenly my world exploded.  Pain erupted from my crotch and engulfed my whole body.

If I hadnt been tied to the bed I would have curled into a fetal position and screamed. As it was I could only scream and groan and scream again.

It felt as though my balls were being crushed by a red hot vice and hit with a stout stick at the same time. It lasted no more than a second, but the ache left behind and the memory of the pain had me shaking in fear.


“Oh God Beth please dont?  What was that?  Please Im sorry, dont do it again. It hurts, it really hurts, I couldnt stand that again. Please?”


“Then dont bullshit me John, I know everything,” she spoke calmly but firmly, as if she hadnt just almost ripped my soul apart.


“Okay, okay, Im sorry, its true, I did fuck her. But I was drunk, she threw herself at me, it meant nothing I swear, it was just the once, Ill never do it again,” I had more to say but instead I was screaming as the pain surged through me again.


“DONT TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT. I KNOW YOU FUCKED HER AT LEAST THREE TIMES. NOW DONT LIE TO ME,” she was shouting, angry now, and I was terrified of what she might do next.


“Okay okay, I swear, no more lies, Ill tell you whatever you want, Ill do whatever you want, just please dont hurt me again?” I was literally shaking in fear.


Beth calmed her breathing and seemed to regain her self control. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smudging her lipstick, and then pushed her fingers through her hair brushing it from her eyes.  She spoke calmly and confidently.  She wasnt asking me to agree with what she was saying. She was now telling me how it was going to be.


“I wasnt sure whether this thing would do what the blurb said it would, but I must say it was well worth the money. Oh, by the way, I used your bank account to pay for it,” she was talking about the device she held in her hand, she turned it this way and that, as if she had never seen it before.

“Its clever dont you think? You see, with that tube locked in place you cant get an erection, as youve already discovered. So that will stop you fucking around for starters.  Then this little beauty, oh I love this,” she held the device in front of my face so I could get a good look. “This thing controls it all. If I push this button it sends a jolt of power through those bands locked around your balls.  It has three settings; I used the lowest just now. But not only that, it also has other controls. For instance, Ive set it at a specific distance, should you stray outside that distance the power automatically turns on until you return.  And no, Im not going to tell you how far its set for,” she patted my cheek lightly.

“Oh yes, theres one more thing. Should you manage to get your greedy little hands on it, you will need to punch a code into it at certain intervals, or, well I think you know what will happen.”


I had to get out of this somehow; I couldnt take another of those shocks. I had to keep her calm, try to win her over. I made myself sound as sincere as I possibly could,


“Please believe me, I really am truly sorry Beth. Please just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Is there anything I can say to make you forgive me?” 


“No. Nothing, not just yet. You havent been punished nearly enough.”

“Oh God please dont do it again, please?”  I was starting to panic.


“Oh no, this is just to control you, I have something different in mind. Something much more fitting,” She stood up from the bed and walked from the room. 


I strained against my bonds but only succeeded in hurting my wrists.


“You wont escape, and even if you did youd still have to get that thing off,” she said pointing at my imprisoned penis. She had returned quickly and she was carrying her phone.


“Come on Beth; just give me a chance, please?”


“Shut up,” she pointed the device at me in warning “dont speak. I dont want to hear you. Speak only when I say, otherwise I use Mr. Shocker,” I was about to protest but the look on her face showed me she was deadly serious.


She sat down again on the bed. “Who do you hate the most in the world?” she asked me in a conversational tone.


“I…I dont really hate anyone.” I said.


“Yes you do. Let me give you a hint. Slime ball I think you call him,”


Steve: The slime ball from her office. She was talking about a slimy bastard, who makes no secret of the fact that he wants to fuck Beth. He had even told me to my face that he had tried to get inside her knickers, and he would keep trying. If she hadnt stopped me, I would have punched his lights out on more than one occasion

.

“Okay, Steve, yes I hate him, why?”


“Why? Because youre going to phone him thats why, and youre going to ask him to take me out on a date, you know, a meal perhaps, followed by a nightclub maybe, something like that. And youd better make it convincing,” she was surely just teasing me? At least I desperately hoped she was.

She punched in a number, her finger poised over the send button.

“Oh and one other thing, make sure you tell him, if he agrees hell definitely get lucky tonight.” she was serious. She was actually going to fuck Steve.


“God no Beth, please dont do this?  Please, anything but this?”  I begged her.


“Do this right or I walk out of the house now, and I take this with me,” she held the control box up for me to see.  I understood the meaning in her words, I had no choice, I was about to beg the person I hated most to fuck my wife. And worse, I knew it was my own fault.




“Hello?”


“Hello Steve?  Its John, Beths husband,”


“Right er, hello John, what can I do for you?”


“Well, I wanted to ask you a favour really.”


“Oh yeah. Well I know you dont like me John so what makes you think I would do you a favour?”


“Please Man; just hear me out will you?  I want to bury the hatchet, and I think you might be interested.” The only place I wanted to bury a hatchet is in your head, I thought.


“Okay, tell me what you want. But Im promising nothing.”


“Yeah, of course. Well its like this, you see I promised to take Beth out tonight on a date, but something came up and I cant make it. So, I really need someone to stand in for me and well, I thought of you,” the words felt like barbed wire being torn from my throat.


“Youre kidding me, this is a joke right?” he sounded incredulous.


“No Im serious. I want you to take Beth out, a meal, a dance, whatever, just show her a good time,”


“Whats the catch?” he asked slowly


“No catch I promise. Listen, Ill even pay for the evening, come on Steve, youve been after doing this for months, whaddaya say?”


There was silence for a few long seconds then.

“Okay, Ill do it. But if this is a joke, if Im left standing on my own,”


“No joke,” I interrupted him, and then I saw how Beth was looking at me, how she was pointing the remote control “And Steve, erm, if Beth wants to thank you in a more personal way its okay with me. You know what I mean?”


“Hang on,” he said “youre saying you want me to take your wife out and fuck her as well? And youll pay for it?”


“Y…yes” I croaked.


“Oh man, you really ask some favours. How about saying please?”  He was mocking me now, trying to humiliate me, and he was succeeding.


“Please Steve, will you take my wife out and fuck her?” I felt sick saying the words but I had no other choice.


“Hell yeah! Ill pick her up in an hour,”


He hung up. Beth took the phone away and stood up. She looked and sounded genuinely excited “Well I had better start to get ready,”




I was left alone to brood, regret, and worry; I hoped that this was all a huge joke. But I knew deep down it wasnt.


Just under an hour later Beth returned to the bedroom. Despite my predicament and what she was about to do, the sight of her took my breath away.

Her makeup was immaculate. She wore slightly sparkling green eye shadow to match her eyes, and deep red lipstick. Her hair was loose and stylishly mussed.

She wore a dress that I loved: green silk that clung to every curve of her body, the neckline cut a deep `v` between her breasts, it was obvious, the way her nipples poked forth that she was bra-less.  The hemline finished just above her knees.

She also wore her Louboutin shoes with the five inch heels that she was so proud of. And a gold chocker had replaced the pearls around her neck.

She looked absolutely gorgeous.

And it was all for another man.


She stood over me and dangled a black rubber ball gag from her hand.


“We dont want you disturbing the neighbours while Im out. So open,” she commanded.


I knew I would be wasting my time pleading with her, but I felt I had to at least try “Please Beth, dont do this, please?”


“Open,” she repeated. There was venom in her voice, she wasnt going to take no for an answer, so I obeyed and seconds later she was buckling the strap behind my head.

I was now helpless and mute and oh so miserable.


She stood by the bed and, bending slightly to raise the hem of her dress, she adjusted a clasp of her garter belt. It didnt need it; she was just showing me the sexy underwear that she was wearing for Steve.

She straightened up and ran her hands seductively from her neck, over her breasts and down to her thighs.


“Do I look okay? Do you think hell like me?” she twisted from side to side, displaying her body, she knew I couldnt answer, she was tormenting me out of spite now, and just at that moment the doorbell rang.


“Thatll be him, wish me luck,” she kissed her fingertip and pressed it to my nose, and waggling her fingers in a wave she bid me goodbye.


Id always considered myself to be a mans man, one of the lads. But I freely admit, at that moment, when I heard the front door close I cried like a baby.


The house was quiet now, and I tried to push thoughts of what Beth was doing from my mind. I thought about sport. I thought about politics. I tried to think about anything other than Beth and Steve.

I even tried to sleep, but my mind kept returning to her and him.

Would she really have sex with him? I wondered.

If she did, where would they do it?

Were they doing it now?

Were they having sex at that very moment?

I knew I would end up going insane thinking like this, so I tried telling myself it was all a game: she was just trying to scare me, keep me on the straight and narrow.

All these thoughts ran through my head. I almost convinced myself that Beth would walk back through the door at any moment, and she would tell me it was a trick and ask me if I had learned my lesson.

But I knew she wouldnt, so I prayed silently to a God that I didnt really believe in, that he would make things right.




                                                                        



I jumped at the sound of the front door opening and closing. Looking at the bedside clock I saw that it was almost midnight.

Four hours had passed since Beth had left. I realized I must have dozed off for a while.

I was so pleased that she was home: Partly because she might now free me, and partly in the hope that she had changed her mind about fucking Steve.

My hopes were shattered however, when, to my dismay I heard voices: she had actually brought him back with her. I couldnt believe she would be so cruel.

And then I thought `what if she brings him in here to see me like this? I wanted to die.


I tensed as the door to the bedroom opened; Beth giggled and sat on the bed. She had obviously had quite a bit to drink, but at least she was alone.


“Hello darling, did you miss me?  Oh Ive had such a lovely time and I must admit Im little drunk,” she giggled again as if to prove her point, and then continued “Now I just need to set this up.”


She placed a baby monitor on the table, she must have bought it sometime just for this purpose, I wondered how long she had been planning this night.


“The other part of it is in the spare room. Ill be sleeping in there tonight with Steve, ooh arent I naughty?  Hes downstairs by the way, I gave him a glass of your special Whiskey, I know you wont mind. Now I know you cant join in but I thought you might like to listen.  See you in the morning, sweet dreams.”

She walked out the door stumbling a bit, and I listened to her giggling as she descended the stairs.


My mind was in turmoil This cant` be happening, Im in a nightmare, Ill wake up in a minute.

But I didnt.



I listened to the sound of Beth having sex. I tried to block it out but it was impossible.

She was obviously enjoying it immensely, she was more vocal than normal and I knew it was for my benefit.

They fucked for over an hour and I heard every moan and gasp, every grunt and sigh.

Beth made a point of telling Steve what a good lover he was, and how she loved to suck his cock - something she only did reluctantly to me.

But the worst moment came when I heard Steve attempt to fuck her arse. And to my amazement and horror Beth agreed.

She began by begging him to be gentle, and ended up squealing in delight as he pumped into her.


“Oh God, I never knew anything could feel so good,” I heard her say as she gasped in delight.


I felt so impotent; I wanted to scream out my frustration and anger: anger at my wife, anger at Steve, but most of all anger at myself for getting into this situation.


It went quiet and stayed that way for some time; I thought they had probably gone to sleep.

But then I jumped at the sound of movement though the monitor, seconds later the door opened and Beth entered.

She wore only a black lace negligee and silver grey satin panties. She had the look I had seen many times before: the satisfied glow of having been recently fucked.

She sat beside me and stroked my forehead as though I were a pet.


“Youre going to lick me now, make me cum. I want you to clean me with your mouth, take out all of that nasty stuff Steve put inside of me,” she explained.


Standing up she eased her panties down and off her legs, and then laid them over my face.

They were damp and I could smell her sex on them. And despite my disgust at what she wanted me to do, I groaned as I felt my penis begin to harden.


She climbed on top of me and knelt astride my chest, she leaned forward to release my gag, and I could see her hard nipples just inches from my face.


“Do what I say now, dont forget I have Mr. Shocker, and I could always invite Steve in to watch,” her threats were real: she was leaving me little choice but to obey.


As the ball was pulled from my mouth I tried to say something, anything, but my jaw wouldnt work, I lay with my mouth gapping like an imbecile, saliva running down my chin.

I had no time to worry about any of this anyway, as Beth scooted forward and settled her pussy over my mouth.

My first instinct was to struggle, but my better sense prevailed. I knew I had no option, so I pushed my tongue forward and started on my task.

Normally I loved giving Beth oral sex. I could often keep it up until she had multiple orgasms and she was forced to beg me to stop.

But the knowledge of whose cock had been there, and what secretions I might be swallowing made me nauseous.

Even so I worked hard and soon even my jaw stopped hurting, and I found myself licking and sucking enthusiastically.

Beth encouraged me by pulling my face into her by my hair, and pinching and twisting my nipples whenever she thought I was slacking.

I felt like a toy, being used for her enjoyment.


She took such a long time to climax, I can only guess it was because of the orgasms she had already had with Steve.

My jaw and tongue were aching, and she was constantly torturing my nipples. But I fought the pain and discomfort, and willed myself to continue.

I had to fight and will myself to keep going

When she did eventually orgasm she ground herself down hard on my face.

I sucked avidly on her pussy, flicking her clit firmly with my tongue, willing her to cum.

My mouth and nose were covered with her flesh, I couldnt breathe. But it seemed that, to her, my feelings didnt matter.

Just when I thought I could last no longer, she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me into her, forcing herself against my mouth, filling me with her juices, and those left there by Steve.



Beth lay on top of me for some time as she recovered. I think she actually fell asleep, which was hardly surprising given the night she had had

I shifted a bit and she awoke and lifted herself up. She kissed me passionately on the mouth, and as she climbed off the bed she picked up the gag.


“No, please Beth, dont?”  I was so very tired and feeling weak; I really didnt think I could take a night with that ball in my mouth.


“If you promise not to make a noise or speak out of turn Ill leave it out,” she said.


I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. And without another word Beth left me alone, turning the light off as she went.




© Graymangazer 2013


                                                                   Twisted payback.


                                                                         Part Two




I woke at eight o'clock on Saturday morning.  My arms and legs were numb, my face felt stiff from all the dried juices covering it and my mouth tasted like a footballers jockstrap, and I needed to piss badly.  I recalled what had happened the night before and it was only then that my mind registered the pain in my penis.  As with most mornings I had awoken with an erection, this morning though, it had nowhere to go and I was once more reminded of my predicament.  I waited a half hour and just as I thought that I would be forced to piss myself I heard voices through the monitor.  But it was still some long minutes before Beth came to me “God Beth please? I need the toilet,” I burst out as soon as she entered the room.


She just stared at me for a moment with a blank expression, she then released me with the air of someone doing a boring chore such as the washing up, she didn't speak to me, she appeared to be emotionless, as though I no longer mattered to her. When my hands were free I briefly thought about making a grab for her, but after over twelve hours tied to the bed unable to move I had trouble just standing.  My arms and legs were numb and weak, and any thoughts of escape were soon dispelled. A three year old armed with a limp lettuce could have overpowered me at that moment.  Beth helped me to the bathroom, and with my lack of strength I had to sit on the pan like a woman. I tried to think of something to say that would ease the situation but she spoke first.

“I dont really want to watch you on the toilet so Ill leave you alone. Just remember who is in control though,” she told me, holding up the remote for emphasis "I'll be downstairs if you need me," she walked away before I could answer.

After relieving myself I managed to stumble to the shower. I sat on the floor and allowed the hot water to wash away the stiffness from my limbs.  Once I had dried myself and brushed my teeth I felt almost human again, though I was still tired and I ached all over.  The worst thing though was my penis. I was locked in this fucking tube and despite what Beth had done with Steve (or maybe because of what she had done, I dont know, I was so confused,) I kept getting an erection. After I dressed I thought it best to wait in the bedroom: I didnt know if Steve was still there and I didnt want to face him just then. Also - and I didnt want to admit it even to myself, I was frightened of what Beth might do if I upset her.


                                                                             oOo


“We need to talk,” Beth said as she sat on the chair next to her dressing table, it was late morning and she was looking through the things there as though she didn't recognize them and she seemed to take a long time to think of what she wanted to say.  I sat with my back against the headboard, my arms draped across my raised knees.  We both wore blue jeans; Beths were a much tighter fit and looked a whole lot better than mine. She also had a white T shirt pulled tight and tucked into her waistband.  She wore make up which was unusual, it was something she only normally did when she was going out. She also looked happy, abnormally so, I liked to see her happy but not under these circumstances, and the happier she was the more miserable I felt.


“Steves gone home to get some things, hell be staying here for the weekend,” she told me.


“It doesnt make it right,” I said, not attempting to hide the bitterness in my voice.


“What?” a look of confusion crossed her face.


“I know what I did with Gina was wrong but it doesnt mean what youre doing now is right.”


She looked puzzled by my remark and actually shook her head to refocus “Its not about right and wrong, its about payback.  You really hurt me, I vowed never to be hurt again,” she certainly wasnt looking happy now.  Beth had been married before she met me, her husband had been a serial cheat and she had taken it very hard.  I knew all this and the knowledge made me feel even guiltier.  She continued “Im not going to be seen as weak again, you of all people should know that. Now as I said, Steve will be staying the weekend. You yourself wont be leaving the house, and youll wear your little tube until Monday morning whatever happens. Until then youll obey us and do everything we say. In effect youll be our slave.”


“Thats fucking ridiculous, you cant do this,” I began to lose my cool and sat up straight on the bed, I was going to stop this right now,  but before I could move any further she pointed the remote control at me as though it were a gun, I remembered the pain it promised and slumped back on the bed.


“On Monday you have a choice: we can carry on with this set up, you wear your tube and obey me and we see where it takes us, or if you feel you cant do that you can leave, we can divorce if thats the case. The ball will be in your court.”


“But I dont want a divorce,” I protested.


“Neither do I, but those are my terms, Im not going to negotiate,” she looked away, appearing uncertain again and I wondered if there was some hope for me, but she quickly stood up and walked to the door “You can stay up here or come downstairs, its up to you. Just remember you have to do exactly what I say until Monday. “


“What have you told him about me?” I asked. I couldn't bring myself to say his name.


She stopped at the door and thought for a few seconds “I let him believe that were swingers, that you like to have other men fuck me,” she turned to go then spoke again “but, if he decides to take advantage of the situation I want you to show him every respect and do what he says. Oh, and I've hidden your phone so don't think you can call anyone either,” she closed the door as she left.


I had certainly been given a lot to think about.  I could kick Steve out without a doubt, but Beth had that damn control and she had already proved that she was willing to use it.  I knew I could take it from her if I surprised her but what good would that do me?  She would never tell me the code and I would just be making things worse for myself. I even thought about calling for help from the window but I didn't want to have anybody else involved, and certainly not the police.  I just had to accept that I was trapped in this situation until Monday. Somehow I had to survive two days of seeing my wife being fucked by another man, after that?  Well, I wasnt sure. Could I carry on like this indefinitely?  I knew I couldn't, but the thought of losing her was even worse. Even after the things she had done I still loved her, after all I was the one at fault first. I prayed she would change her mind before Monday; maybe we could forgive each other and start over. But deep down I knew things werent going to be that easy. And I couldn't stop thinking about how she had referred to her and Steve as "us,” as though they were in on this together.


The need for food more than anything made me leave the bedroom. I found Beth sitting on the patio reading a magazine, I tried to keep things on a normal setting, she accepted my offer of coffee and toast and we sat and chatted for a while. It was most strange: neither of us mentioning the situation we had found ourselves in. Then Steve dropped a large holdall on the floor with a bang, the noise took me by surprise and I jumped slightly, he had let himself in through the front door: Beth must have given him a key and I found this particularly upsetting.


“Hi ya bud,” he said clapping me on the back as he passed by. He went to where Beth was now standing; she was looking at some of her plants.  He kissed her on the mouth while he felt her arse, she kissed him back and they both looked at me to judge my reaction: I was fuming inside but I kept my head down, reading my newspaper, pretending I hadnt noticed. I knew that if I let my true feelings show I would have killed them both.


“John, be a darling and take Steves bag upstairs would you?  Put it in the main bedroom, I think we`ll sleep there tonight,” Beth said, she had made it sound like a request but I knew it was a command.  I didnt answer; I didnt trust myself to keep my temper so I stood up and grabbed the bag.


“Hey bud, unpack the clothes as well, I dont want them creased,” Steve called out as I started up the stairs.


I moved some of my stuff into our third bedroom: I couldnt bring myself to sleep in the room where Steve had fucked Beth.  It was bare with only a bed and chest of drawers, but I thought I could put up with it for two nights. While drinking coffee with Beth I had thought that maybe our problems could be resolved, but after just one minute of seeing her with the slimy bastard I knew that come Monday, once I was free of this cage things might turn nasty. So I made up the bed for myself and unpacked the holdall. I took my time: delaying the moment I would have to go back downstairs and see them together.  When I did rejoin them they were sitting close and talking quietly. They stopped as I entered the room; I guessed they had been talking about me.  Steve gave a knowing smile and I wondered what Beth had said to him.


The three of us virtually ignored one another for the next hour and I went into the kitchen to make myself more coffee, feeling smug that I hadn't offered them any.  When Steve went to use the bathroom Beth spoke quietly to me “Tonight, after dinner I want you to beg Steve to let you watch him fuck me.”


“Christ no Beth, please not that, dont?” I pleaded, my first reaction was to grab her and shake some sense into her, I was finding it harder to hold my temper, but I managed to stay in control.


“You can beg him to fuck my arse too,“


“Shit no, I'm not doing that, I cant.” I had my voice raised now.


“I told you, you will do everything I say," She hissed "now every time you complain Im going to add something.  So far you have to beg him to fuck my arse while you watch; now youre going to beg to lick me clean after hes done it. If you would like to suck his cock clean as well just keep complaining,” I had never seen her like this; it was as though she were growing angrier at me. This whole thing seemed so completely out of character for her. I knew I was beaten , I could see I would only make things worse by arguing so I nodded in agreement and kept quiet. As she turned and walked away I began to wonder how much of this was actually her idea and how much had come from the slimy bastard


As the afternoon passed Steve missed no opportunity to grope my wife and she seemed happy to let him, in fact they were more like teenage lovers than mature adults. I had to watch in impotent rage dreading what I knew I had to do later.  I no longer harboured any hope of Beth and I working through this, I couldn't see any way out of it, I would try to make it through the weekend then once I was free of the damned tube I was determined there would be payback.


The evening was worse than I feared. Once dinner was over Beth went upstairs to change, giving me a nod as she went.  Steve and I were sipping after dinner brandy “Erm, Steve, I er, I want to ask you a favour?”  I said.


“Sure man, I like doing you favours,” he sounded so cock sure and smug.  I wanted to rip his face off.


“Yeah well….Look, we both know youre going to fuck Beth again tonight. And the thing is its, well I want to watch you fuck her arse.”  I was looking at the floor in humiliation; I couldnt bear to see his mocking eyes.


“Well I dont know really. Its one thing fucking her for you, and I do love taking her in the arse but Im not sure about having an audience,” he surprised me with his reticence; I thought he would jump at the chance of seeing me shamed.  But then I saw the smirk on his face and I realized he was enjoying himself and he just wanted me to squirm some more. It was at that moment that I really felt sure that they were in this together; he hadn't, after all shown any surprise at my request. And then I recalled Beths words to me “I want you to beg,”  she had said, I knew then that this had all been planned, they literally did want me to beg.  I looked toward the door, I couldnt see Beth but I was sure she was somewhere nearby, listening to every word.


I realised that the way things were I had little choice so I swallowed my pride and my anger and I begged “Please Steve, please let me watch you fuck Beths arse?  Ill agree to anything you want, Ill do whatever you tell me. Im begging you, please?”   I was pathetic and I didnt think I could humiliate myself any further.


“Well, since you asked me so nicely I might let you, but youll have to do it the way I want.”


“How do you mean?”  I asked.  He was smiling now, almost laughing at my predicament.


“Youll see. Who knows, it might be fun, well, for some of us,” before I could reply Beth returned, again she looked stunning.  She wore just a black lacy bra and panties and thigh high hold up stockings beneath a filmy black negligee. She had again made her face and hair stylish and sexy.   I thought bitterly how she rarely made such an effort for me.  “Hi ya babe, come on over here,” Steve beckoned her to him. Beth sat on his lap, draping an arm around his neck, she kissed his mouth and giggled as he pulled loose the sash at her waist and made a show of cupping her breast.


“What have you boys been doing then?”  She asked looking at me.


“Oh, just discussing the arrangements for the evening,” Steve said.


“Am I involved?”  She asked.


“Babe, youre the main attraction,” they kissed again, this time more passionately. I could see Beth stealing glances at me, I tried to pretend it wasnt happening “Jonny boy, why dont you fetch one of those dining chairs,” Steve told me. They watched as I obeyed and he had me place it in the corner of the room “now strip and sit down," he said.


“Wh…what?” I stammered.


“You heard me. You want to watch us get naked so you strip too.” I looked at Beth for support but she just smiled “Come on you fucking pansy, I already know about your little cock cage. Now do as youre fucking told so I can fuck this bitch arse."

That did it, I wasnt taking any more. My patience finally snapped and I jumped to my feet and rushed across the room to punch the slimy bastard. I made it about halfway before I collapsed to the floor and rolled around in agony. I grasped my crotch as the now familiar pain roared through me. I looked up through tear filled eyes at Steve and Beth as they stood over me.


“Zap him again,” Steve said.  Beths face showed no emotion as she deliberately pointed the remote control at me.  I tried to speak, to plead for mercy but all I could do was watch in terror.  I experienced a long moment of the most terrible pain imaginable before blessedly passing out.


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I came around to find myself tied to the chair, I was naked. My hands were pulled behind the back of the chair and secured with handcuffs and rope; my ankles were tied to the rear legs causing me to painfully arch my back. Drool ran from my mouth due to a ring gag strapped tightly in place. At first I couldn't see either Beth or Steve. I didnt know how long I had been out but the memory of the pain was fresh in my mind. I guessed the remote had been turned up a notch or two and I also guessed it hadnt been Beth's decision; Steve seemed to be the one giving the orders now.


I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders, they slid down to my chest, I recognized them as Beths as she gripped my nipples and pinched hard.  I moaned at the pain while she pulled and twisted, she stopped and I then moaned some more as she carefully clipped three clothes pins to each of my nipples. They were a burning hurt and I squealed as she amused herself by cruelly flicking the pins with her fingers. There was no reason for her to do this other than to make me suffer some more.


“Okay babe that's enough, come over here Im waiting,” I heard Steves voice, and I noticed him in the shadow off to my left, he was slouching in an armchair. He was naked and slowly stroked his erect cock. Im not a small man in any department but I was dwarfed by him: his cock was at least four inches longer than mine and I now thought I understood why Beth was so happy to be fucked by him.  Leaving the pins quivering she moved from behind me and crossed to him, she was now naked apart from just her hold ups and despite everything I couldnt help admiring her hot body and swaying arse. There was the distinctive smell of sex in the air; they had clearly already been intimate while I had been unconscious. Beth climbed on top of Steve and with a look of pure ecstasy she slowly impaled herself on his monster penis.  She settled herself for a while then steadily began sliding her pussy up and down his shaft.  Steve gripped her breasts and mauled the soft flesh, he used his grip to dictate the pace, a few times he would stop her to suck and chew on her nipples, and Beth groaned in delight at whatever he did, it was clear that she was oblivious to everything apart from her own pleasure.


After a while and a lot of thrusting and humping Steve lifted Beth off his cock and pushed her to the floor. He knelt down behind her and pulled her to her hands and knees. She was like a puppet as he positioned her so that her legs were spread wide, lewdly displaying her pussy and arse. He pushed four fingers into her well stretched pussy and roughly sawed them back and forth. Beth gasped for breath and pushed her hips hard back against his hand.  After a couple of minutes he pulled his hand away and wiped the wetness from her pussy over her spread arse,  pushing first one then two fingers deep inside.  He shuffled forward on his knees and positioned his cock between her spread cheeks. Beths head hung down, her hair hanging like a red curtain over her face.  Steve stared at me as he slowly pushed himself into my wife.  He went the length of his cock in one long thrust. I thought it must hurt her and indeed her face screwed up in pain but she only emitted a guttural moan, but it was more a sound of pleasure.  I couldnt tear my eyes away; I was transfixed by the sight of that monster cock moving in and out of Beths arse. My nipples hurt, my back and shoulders hurt, I imagined I could still feel the pain from being shocked.  And now I had another hurt as my cock strained against its prison. Even with the hatred I felt at that moment, the sight before me was giving me a huge erection.


He gripped her hips, pulling her onto him, each thrust going deep. Beth's head jerked back and she grunted every time he pushed forward. Suddenly, as if in panic he pulled out, Beth groaned in obvious disappointment “no please dont stop?  Put it back,” she gasped, instead he held his cock and jetted sperm over her arse and lower back. Beths right hand rubbed frantically at her pussy trying to achieve the climax she so desperately wanted.  Steve slapped her arse and using her kneeling form to support himself he stood up. He walked around behind me and holding my shoulders he pulled me backwards, tipping me and the chair over and laying me on my back, I groaned out loud as my arms were trapped and crushed beneath me.  He then pulled Beth roughly to her feet, and she reluctantly stopped her masturbating as he dragged her over to where I lay.  At his command she stood astride me and dropped to her knees, she used both hands to pull apart her labia, and with an expression of animalistic lust she lowered herself and smothered my face with her pussy.


“Clean her up pansy,” Steve ordered, kicking me in the ribs for emphasis. Going down on my wife was something I usually loved to do but not this time, but as I had no choice in the matter I thought it best to get it done as quickly as possible.  I pushed my tongue into Beth's hot, wet pussy, licking as fast as I could between precious breaths.  Her crotch slid over my mouth and nose presenting first her pussy then her arse to be licked clean.  My mouth became flooded and having no other option I gulped down Beth`s juices and Steve`s cum. I could hear her groaning in pleasure and I thought it was from my ministrations, but when I was finally allowed up for air I could see Steve standing in front of her with his cock buried in her throat.  From the sounds she was making it was obvious she loved every bit of it.  Damp flesh again covered my face as Beth pushed down once more; I dutifully pushed my tongue through the ring gag and licked, the slurping and gurgling noises I heard told me that she continued to suck his cock.


My jaw was aching and I was struggling to breathe. Suddenly Beth lifted herself from my face and I could see her pumping her mouth up and down on Steves shaft, she held the base of his cock with one hand, rubbing him fast. His body stiffened and he tried to force the whole length of his penis into her mouth. It was obvious he had cum in her mouth. He withdrew and pulled up and guided by the slimy bastard she knelt beside my prone body  “go on do it,” he said. Beth had her mouth closed and a vacant expression as she leant over me, she clasped my face between her hands and as she looked down at me she parted her lips, a stream of cum ran from her mouth through the rubber lined ring and into my defenseless mouth.  She used her tongue and cheeks to swill up the final dregs and dribbled her spit and cum into me.  I was trying to stop myself from throwing up and attempting to push the odious substance from my mouth with my tongue when Steve knelt on the other side of me.

"You know what to do," he told her. As I watched helplessly I bizarrely thought how small her hand looked as she wrapped her fingers around his still erect cock. With her other hand she lifted my head to guide his penis through the ring gag so I was forced to clean him as well. His huge cock filled my mouth and I was left with no option but to swallow his cum.  Steve gripped my hair and eased my head up and down his shaft. As my mouth was slowly fucked I turned my pleading eyes towards Beth hoping for some sign of pity.  Instead she squeezed her breast with one hand while burrying the fingers of her other in her pussy, she was watching my debasement with the same vacant stare and I noticed the slack jaw and glassy look in her eyes. For the first time I wondered whether Steve had given my wife something other than his massive cock?


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“He doesnt look very happy,” Steve said. He lay on his back on our bed with his body propped up on his elbows, Beth was kneeling between his spread legs trying to work the length of his cock into her mouth, I watched from my position on the floor, they had brought me up into the master bedroom with my hands still cuffed behind me and the ring gag in place. Steve ordered me to sit against the wall and pushed me down, he told Beth to fetch some rope and she scuttled off down the stairs. When she returned she followed his instructions and tied the rope around my neck and to the wardrobe door, her wet panties were pushed into my open mouth.  On the bed she turned her face to me but Steve wound his fingers into her hair pulling her further onto him. She gagged and tried to pull away but he held firm “ you dont get to stop until you take it all, I want to feel your lips against my balls,”   gurgling sounds came from my wifes stuffed mouth and he looked at me with a triumphant smirk.


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Steve fucked Beth for around two hours making me watch every move as he took her in every position imaginable, he used all of her holes in every way and she loved every second. He had amazing stamina and despite the many times he came he kept his erection throughout: I could only surmise that he had taken a little blue pill beforehand. He also ensured he withdrew whenever he came so I could watch him spraying Beth with his sperm, he eventually used up all of his sperm and actually apologized to me when he had a dry climax.


As Beth lay too exhausted to move Steve took me to the spare room and pushed me inside. He tied the rope around my neck to the radiator and locked the door when he left. I briefly considered whether I would have a chance to escape, but with Beth still holding the remote and me still cuffed there was nothing I could do, so I laid on the floor drifting into an uneasy sleep, feeling sorry for myself and dreaming of revenge.


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There is only so much a person can take before they say enough is enough. Thats how I felt when the squeals and laughter from my wife woke me the next morning. They left me alone but I could hear Beth enjoying herself with another man knowing all the while that I was suffering in solitude. I considered that one day of this was more than enough revenge for what I'd done, and now as I sat simmering impotently I knew there was no way back for us.




© Graymangazer 2014

Twisted payback

By Graymangazer.



Part three.


So many scenarios ran through my head; in each the slimy bastard came to a very painful end. But with Beth I tried to be more creative, something more fitting. I think I was angrier with her; after all she professed to love me, so what if I cheated? What she was doing had gone way beyond revenge. Yes I would make her pay, but try as I might I found it hard to imagine myself hurting her. Despite everything she was my wife and a part of me still loved her and wanted to give her every chance, if I could just get her alone and talk to her maybe we could work something out that didn't involve killing each other? But then I thought again of my situation and what she was doing at that very moment with the slimy bastard, I clenched my fists and punched the wall in anger and frustration, and I felt like I wanted to rip her face off.


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Beth's story.


“Thanks babe,” Steve said as Beth toped up his coffee, he sat at the kitchen table reading the morning paper, he wore one of Johns dressing gowns, Beth was naked, she would wear clothes only outside of the house now or when Steve wanted her in something sexy "I want you available at all times," he had told her earlier after a morning bout of sweaty sex.


“What about John?” she asked.


“What about him?”


"We can't just leave him chained to the radiator."


Steve tossed the newspaper onto the table and pulled her onto his lap “he'll be okay, he has to learn the way things are now,” he held his coffee in one hand while the other cupped her breast, his thumb circling the nipple "Its you and me now babe, together, when he accepts that and realises how he hurt you, maybe then you can start to forgive him. Until then you have to be the one in control."

Beth didn't feel like she was in control, but of course Steve was right, he was always right. She briefly wondered how John was doing, was he regretting what he did? Was he feeling truly sorry yet?  But then Steve pushed his fingers deep into her pussy and thoughts of her husband vanished.


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"Hundreds of channels to choose from and nothing but shit on TV," Steve complained, he clicked the remote control repeatedly in an attempt to find something interesting to watch "Anyway it's about time you got yourself ready, Georgia's expecting you at one," he gave Beth a nudge and she grunted lazily in reply.

It was almost noon and she was lying snuggled up to him on the settee. Her fingers stroked softly over his balls and along his cock which for once wasn't erect.  She wondered if she could get him to fuck her again, not because she was desperate for sex - though she did seem to want it more and more as each day passed - but she would prefer to spend the afternoon being pleasured by Steve's member than with some complete stranger, she hated having to do that, she always felt so dirty and disgusted with herself, but then she would often feel a little dirty after sex with Steve, she was not averse to experimentation but he was up for anything and when he thought of something they just had to do it no matter how disgusting. Two months ago she couldn't have imagined herself doing some of the things she had done; licking his arse, eating cum from the floor, licking clean his cock after anal sex amongst others, and that didn't include the things she found herself doing with his "contacts."


Receiving a more insistent nudge Beth slipped off the settee and padded to the bedroom to get dressed. As she passed the door to the small bedroom she paused and pictured John sitting alone inside, occasionally she had times, like this, when she managed to think about things a little more clearly and she wondered how it had all come to this; How the man she loved was cuffed naked while she was preparing to do the bidding of a man she didn't even really like. She moved on to her room and sat at her dressing table. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and thought back to just a few short weeks ago.


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When she had first seen the two seat sports convertible, Beth thought it was just the type of car that Steve would drive.  With his designer suits and flashy jewellery she thought `Oh yes, thats what he is; flash, a flash Harry, thats what my mother would call him.'


“Hi ya babe,” he had greeted her as she got into the car. She hated that he called her babe, there were actually a lot of things she hated about Steve but there was also something else, something she couldn't seem to resist, it was as though he only had to say the word and she was putty in his hands, doing anything he suggested. He leaned across to kiss her cheek, “how long do you have?” he asked.


“I told John I was meeting a friend and just having a couple of drinks,”  she felt so guilty about what she was doing, but she told herself that she hadn't lied, not really, she'd just embroidered the truth a little.


"Well let's get you started now," he'd said handing her a small hip flask. She took a sip, gin and tonic? But with a slightly strange taste, she passed it back to Steve "no, it's all yours, I'm driving anyway, drink it up," he told her,


Shrugging, she'd tipped the flask to her lips and drank slowly hoping not to get too drunk, but it was only a small flask and who knows; the alcohol might even help her to feel better about her deceit.

She really hadn't intended to cheat on John, but once she started she couldn't seem to stop, and with Steve's help she'd also convinced herself that it was John's fault anyway; When Steve had arrived as her new department manager he had flirted with every woman there.  Beth had considered him a bit of a joke and managed to palm him off just as all the other girls had.  But John hated him and the way he openly tried to seduce any female whether she was free or not.  In fact she had had to stop John from assaulting Steve on more than one occasion.  The thing was, Beth would never have taken any notice of Steve if John hadnt obsessed about him. But he kept on warning her not to have anything to do with the "slimy bastard" and she had grown tired of it, so tired that after arguing about it once too often she had, out of spite, deliberately flirted with him.  And when she had shown just a tiny bit of interest, Steve, like the predator he was went in for the kill.


She still didnt know how it had happened, it was during an after work party, Beth was talking and laughing with some friends when Steve handed her a drink, the rest of the evening became a muddle in her memory:  She was talking to her friends, she was talking to Steve, he was sitting close to her, he had his arm around her shoulder, they were dancing together, they were dancing close. He told her that she was the sexiest woman there and she didn't resist when he kissed her. How she came to be lying over his desk, half naked, pulling him into her she would never know. 

After that first time Steve seemed to have eyes only for her, she told herself and she told him that it was all a mistake, a one off, that she must have been drunk. But two days later, and against her better judgement she was persuaded to join him for coffee, just coffee he promised. An hour later they were in a sleazy hotel, grappling naked on stained sheets. And then the following day she was bent over her desk, her panties around her knees while he pumped into her from behind. He pulled out when he came so he could watch himself ejaculating onto her bottom. That was also the first time she had used her mouth to clean him, something that would normally turn her stomach.


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She was pulled from her reverie by Steve steering the car into a wooded picnic area on the edge of town. It was growing dark but she could see three other cars spaced about the clearing. Steve parked in a deserted corner and immediately pulled her toward him. Beth felt uneasy and tried to pull away but he held tight.


"Just relax babe, you'll enjoy this. You said that you'd like to try it, remember?"


Beth didn't remember at all, but perhaps she did say it, she was forgetting a lot of things lately, and if Steve said it was so it must be true. Besides she was beginning to feel horny again, very horny, and this time when Steve reached between her thighs she didn't resist. She gasped quietly when he stroked her clit and as she settled back against his chest a random thought went through her mind "why can't we just do this in bed for once?"


Despite her reservations and with Steve's attentions Beth was soon lost in a fog of lust, her head was thrown back against the seat and his fingers were buried deep in her pussy. She turned her head slightly and her eyes fluttered open. Suddenly she screamed in shock and sat bolt upright, a grinning male face, no more than two feet away was looking down at her.


"Its okay babe, just go with it," Steve whispered. She looked round at him and saw that he was serious; he wanted them to put on a show, he grinned and pulled her back against him, dragging her skirt up to expose her sex "be nice; it'll be fun, just be nice and enjoy it," He said.


Beth stared at the stranger and he stared back taking in her exposure and licking his lips, her shock turned to arousal as she watched his hand begin massaging his obvious erection through the material of his trousers. Steve, with his hand buried in Beth's crotch dragged her across the seat onto his lap, she knew what he intended and with his help she raised herself and slowly sank back down. She locked eyes with the stranger, sighing in pleasure as Steve's penis entered her. She gripped the steering wheel for leverage and moved her hips as much as the confines of the small car would allow. As she eased up and down on his cock Steve took her wrist and moved her hand toward the stranger.


"Go on babe, do it, be nice," he whispered into her ear.


Beth was too aroused by the cock moving inside her and the fingers massaging her clit to worry about what Steve wanted her to do, but his words rang in her head "be nice,” and her fingers automatically curled around the strangers penis, she also allowed the hand on the back of her head to guide her mouth onto the man's cock.


"It's nice to be nice!" an old saying that her grandmother used popped into her head and she had to choke back a giggle, the air was chill on her exposed body but she was so hot and it was true; It was nice, nice to feel Steve's huge cock inside her, nice that she had another to suck, nice that they liked her "just be nice," she told herself "and they'll be nice to you."


There were murmurings of conversation and she heard Steve chuckle, other people were there now, watching, touching. She couldn't see them as her face was held against the man's belly, his penis deep in her throat, but she knew they were there and she could feel their hands. Again her wrist was taken and she touched another cock and without thinking she gripped it and began stroking. Her hand moving in time with her mouth, working both mens cocks as she rocked back and forth on Steve's lap. Hands kneaded her breasts; fingers pinched and twisted her nipples. She didn't know how many men were there and she no longer cared, her only thought now was her rapidly approaching orgasm.


The penis in her mouth seemed to grow and pulse, hands gripped her head as hot jets of sperm filled her throat and she almost choked. With a struggle she pulled her mouth free from the cock, saliva and cum ran over her lips and dripped onto her naked breasts. As if in synchronization the penis in her hand shot forth its own load, and strands of the gooey substance blinded her eyes and matted her hair, she tried to wipe it away but only succeeded in smearing it further across her face. The voices of the men around her became more confident and subconsciously she guessed there were at least four others beside Steve.

Many hands were groping her body, Steve still filled her and she desperately wanted her own climax as she ran a finger through the sperm on her chin and frantically rubbed it into her clit.

She was in frenzy, bouncing wildly on Steve's cock, neither caring what she looked like nor who was watching. Suddenly he gripped her hips and held her firmly against himself, he stiffened and tensed and Beth groaned in delight as she felt his hot seed fill her insides. He anchored her there for a few seconds then pushed her back into her own seat. With mutterings of encouragement from her audience Beth pushed both of her hands into her crotch in an effort to quell the fire between her thighs; she laid back with her legs splayed lewdly, the fingers of her right hand deep inside herself while the left madly rubbed her clitoris.

Beth climaxed, long and loud. Two of those watching actually cheered her orgasm and as her mind and body gradually calmed down she became semi aware of her surroundings, the men watching her, the way her body was exposed and she felt suddenly ashamed, ashamed of what she had done and ashamed of how she had reacted.


"Please Steve I want to go home," she said, now looking nervously at the men around her.


Steve turned his head to one man in particular, he was standing alone holding a digital camera, and he grinned and nodded slightly.


Steve smiled back in acknowledgement "Okay babe, I think we're just about done here anyway," he straightened his clothes and starting the car he pulled away trying his best not to laugh out loud.

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Two months passed, two months of sometimes exciting but mostly degrading sex and feelings of guilt, and whenever she was away from Steve Beth wondered just what she was doing. Time after time she tried to finish it, but each time Steve would talk to her, calmly explaining why they were perfect for each other, and each time it somehow made sense and she would find herself agreeing to whatever he said.

Then, just when she thought she had the will to tell him "no more" he told her about John's cheating. She was stunned of course and refused to believe him, but he showed her photos, pictures of her husband with some young slut. She was angry and wanted to confront John. But Steve said he had a better idea, a way to get payback, and also teach her husband to never stray again.


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“If he's as kinky as you say he'll probably enjoy it."


"I don't know Steve, What if it hurts him? What if he stops me?"  It was Friday, late afternoon; Beth sat at her desk, her phone in one hand, the other down the front of her panties, her middle finger slowly circling her throbbing clitoris. Steve was in town supposedly at a meeting, but she knew he was skipping off somewhere, leaving her to cover for him.  She couldn't complain, hed already explained how he was doing it for her as well, how her career and even her marriage would benefit. And even though she kept telling herself enough was enough, to have no more to do with him, he would talk to her, explain how it all made sense and how right it was and she would eventually agree. Although she was often so puzzled she didn't really understand just what she was agreeing to.


"I'm sure you'll think of something, I've seen you in action babe, he'll be putty in your hands." he told her.


"Well okay, if you're sure this will work? I only want to keep him from cheating again," she looked once more at the strange device Steve had left on her desk, all she had to do was get John to wear it and persuade him to make the phone call, Steve said he would take care of everything else. Then with her husband not only under her control but actually arranging for her to sleep with Steve there would no more need to hide her affair, and at the same time he would be kept on the straight and narrow.  That was what Steve had told her. Beth could think of a hundred holes in his plan, but as always, he explained things in such a convoluted way she was compelled to agree, he even had her almost believing the whole thing was her own idea.

"Can I stop touching myself now?" she asked him. And she looked around the empty office in case someone had entered without her knowledge.


“No, in fact you can get your tits out as well."


"I...I can't, What if someone comes in? What if they see me?"


"Just do as you're told, you wouldn't want me to use the cane again would you?" he threatened "And film it on your phone and send it to me, I've arranged another appointment for you on Sunday, they'll probably appreciate a few pictures,"


The call ended before Beth could say anything more, she sat unmoving for a few seconds then scanned the office again before undoing the buttons on her shirt, she pulled the sides apart exposing her breasts, she had no bra to worry about; Steve had long since convinced her that she didn't need one. Holding her phone high she smiled artificially as she recorded her shame.  She sent off the pictures and wondered if she should cover herself, she thought about phoning Steve for his permission but told herself that she was a free woman and didn't live by his rules. But she remembered the punishment game they had played, how he had gotten carried away, how much it had hurt and how he had enjoyed it. So she sighed and resumed playing with her pussy, praying that nobody would come in and see her.


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Three hours later Beth poured herself another glass of wine and sat back in her chair, she was in her kitchen, John would be home soon and she went over the plan once again in her mind hoping she could pull it off; would John suspect something?  What if he didn't want to play?  No, he always wanted to play; they were good together that way. She smiled at the thought, remembering some of their games and how excited they both became. 

But then like a warning sign the images of John with that slut appeared in her mind. How could he?  He would deny it of course, so it was just as well that Steve had those pictures.  How he had gotten them she didn't know but he promised he only wanted to protect her, to help her.  John called him 'that slimy bastard' and in all honesty she could understand why; Steve was not really a very nice person, but he said he could be trusted and would always look after her, she had to believe him, believe that he would be there for her, because God knows she needed someone now!


She cooked dinner, nothing special, after all Steve had promised her a nice meal later. But with that thought a wave of guilt swept over her and she felt like crying but she steeled herself and bit back the tears.  She thought again about Steve's words, that he had another appointment for her; this was the one thing she hated, she didn't know who it would be with nor even how many, but she knew what they would want.  She felt like a prostitute, she had tried telling Steve but he explained how these were people who could help him advance in business, and if he succeeded he would ensure that she did too.  Besides, he said, nobody forced her to do anything she didnt want to, which was true, but it was as though it was expected of her and God knows why but somehow she just couldnt seem to say no, even though she always felt cheap and dirty afterwards. Then there were the thick sealed envelopes they gave her for Steve, she didn't know what was in them and she didn't dare to look.  Also she had never seen any of the men visit the office, but if she were truthful she hoped she never did, they didn't exactly treat her with respect.  The first time was the worst, or was it? Maybe she was just becoming hardened to it and she shuddered with the memory.


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Beth looked again at the address scrawled on the scrap of paper, yes; this was the place, an ordinary looking house on an ordinary looking street.  Swallowing nervously she started up the path toward the door where she was greeted by two men, both of them cast from the same mould as Steve; brash, flash and so sure of themselves, another man sat waiting in the lounge, he was a few years older with thinning hair and a noticeable paunch.  Beth guessed from the way the others deferred to him that he was the one in a superior position. There were no niceties, no pleased to meet you or how are you. Beth was there for one reason only; they knew it and she very soon found out.

Rob, the youngest of the three handed her a glass of wine and encouraged her to drink "it's okay, one glass won't hurt, Steve supplied it, he said it was your favourite,"

She sipped from the offered glass gratefully as Rob wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her to a large settee. She was nervous and drank the wine quickly, they complimented her and soon she was feeling more comfortable. Clive, the older one, unzipped her dress and she thought she should say something but she recalled Steve's words "be nice to them babe, this is important to me, make them happy and you make me happy," and anyway it was kind of sexy.

Beth lay back into the settee as they undressed her, though she knew it was wrong she didn't fight or protest, it was as though it was happening to someone else and she was a spectator. She raised the glass to her lips only to find it empty; 'strange, I don't remember drinking it,' then another glass appeared in front of her and she accepted it without thinking.

“What happened to my dress” she wasnt sure whether she had actually spoken or not. She was looking down at herself; she was now wearing just her black panties and hold up stockings. Her legs were splayed apart and a large hand not hers - was pushing beneath the waistband of her knickers, more hands were on her breasts, squeezing, and lips were sucking her nipples. She gasped and slid down on the sofa when fingers slid into her pussy. She went to take another drink but she no longer held her glass, instead her slim fingers were holding an erect penis.


Though Beth knew that she hadnt agreed to this she didn't resist, it was so much easier to just go along, besides It was quite nice in a naughty sort of way and she was only doing what Steve wanted her to do, but then perhaps she had agreed that it was a good idea, at least she thought she must have,  it was all so hard to keep track sometimes, she wasn't even sure why she came here anymore.

She gasped and she was brought back to awareness by a cock easing into her pussy, she was laying with her back on the sofa and her arse hanging over the edge, her legs were being held wide apart by Clive who was steadily fucking her. Her panties were gone and he was using his thumb to massage her clit. She wondered if she should stop him but it felt so good and she was also distracted by a penis pressing against her lips, Jack, the last of the three pushed his cock into her mouth as her lips parted automatically. He thrust forward making her gag, she tried to pull away but he wound his fingers into her hair and held her firm.

"Suck it slut, we're paying good money for this so if you know what's good for you you'll do as you're told," It was Jack's voice that she heard and she wondered what he meant,  but then she screamed around his cock filling her mouth as teeth clamped down on her nipple.

"Hold still bitch," another voice said and she felt her legs lifted in the air, the cock was pulled from her pussy and she struggled as it was then pressed against her arse.

"I said to fucking keep still you filthy fucking whore," Beth jerked as a slap landed hard on her swollen pussy, she was trying not to retch as the cock was forced deeper into her throat and then her arse erupted in pain as another slid into her rectum. She felt disorientated, in a daze of pain and discomfort, as well as her mouth and arse being fucked, something? Maybe fingers, maybe some other object was being used to penetrate her pussy, hands and at least one mouth were assaulting her breasts. Someone roughly pulled her face around and the penis in her mouth was replaced by another.

"I think she's out of it, get her on the floor, I want to try something," somebody said.

Beth felt herself being lifted and carried, then positioned on her hands and knees. They shouted and swore at her when she laid her head on the floor to rest, a hand pulled her up by her hair and slaps to her face and breasts had her apologising and begging for pity. She heard all that was said and was aware of the things they did to her and she wanted to be nice, after all she came here by herself so she must have known what was to happen, and surely she must have agreed to it? She tried to recall what John had told her... no, not John, someone else, yes, Steve. He knew some people, they wanted to meet her "make a good impression," he had told her, but did he mean for her to do these things? Or was her own idea, It was so hard to remember sometimes.

She grunted with discomfort and looked over her shoulder; she was still on her hands and knees and she couldn't help a little giggle, Clive or Jack or whoever was trying to push a wine bottle into her bottom 'how silly! Surely he wants to put it in my pussy? Its much too big to go in my bottom, but then I already have something in my pussy. Oh gosh, I'd better try to open up a bit'

Beth stretched her thighs a little wider and pushed her hips back a little further, but then her arse was forgotten for the moment as a cock pushed into her mouth and whatever was in her pussy was replaced by another wine bottle.

Laughter and insults vied with Beth's moans as she was used and abused mercilessly using anything in anyway the three men could think of.

"Ughh, oh it hurts, I feel sick but I have to be good for them, please let it end soon, why do they want to spank me? Yes! let me suck you, thats it, let me be a good girl for you, I only want to be good for you," Beth was rambling, she no longer knew what if anything the men were doing, she gagged as yet another object was pushed into her mouth, and she lay limp as the mocking voices seemed to come from afar, and blackness slowly descended.

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"Did Clive give you anything for me?" It was the first thing Steve said when Beth flopped into the passenger seat of his car.

"Oh hello Beth, are you okay? How did the meeting go?" Steve looked at her on hearing the sarcasm in her voice, and he saw the tears welling in her eyes. She had passed out, with the effects of the wine she assumed. She had no idea whether the men had done anything while she was unconscious, but Clive gave her water and told her to get dressed while he called Steve to collect her.

"I'm sorry babe, it's just that I'm a bit stressed," he stroked the hair on the back of her head "you know how important this was for me and I know you did me proud, I love you babe, I'll make it up to you, you know I will," Beth sagged in her seat, she didn't have to do those things, and she saw no point in telling Steve what had happened. It had, after all been her choice and Steve didnt need to be under any more pressure.

"Its okay, Im sorry, here," she passed him a sealed envelope which he tucked into his pocket.

"Thanks babe, now lets get you cleaned up, I don't think the old man will be too happy if you came home from work in this state," Beth gave a weak smile, she didn't notice the look of disgust on Steve's face as he wiped his hand, sticky with something from her hair onto her coat.


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Beth pushed the memory from her mind and finished preparing what she needed for the evening ahead with John, but she couldnt ignore the thought of what Steve wanted her to do on Sunday; it would be the fifth time now, If she was honest she would admit that she hadn't seen any benefits for herself as yet and in truth she felt no better than a whore with the things she found herself doing, but Steve told her that these things had to happen in their own time and She could see no reason to doubt him, though it seemed more and more that he took it for granted that she would do all the dirty things he said. But then if it wasn't for him she would never have found out about John's cheating, . And it was Steve who thought about this plan to teach him how wrong he had been. By Monday things would be better; John would be contrite, he would even accept her involvement with Steve - it wasn't an affair, surely he would see that, it was a means to a better life - and he would never cheat on her again. And who knows, when he learned how Steve had helped her they might even grow to be friends.

So she tucked the chastity device into her drawer and chewed her lip dreading what she had to do this night and on Sunday, and hoping she was doing the right thing.


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Beth brought me coffee and a sandwich midway through the morning, she was naked and I could see numerous scratches and bruises decorating her body. She released the cuff from one wrist and closed it around the pipe to the radiator as Steve watched from the door, casually playing with the remote. With my hands free I thought about making a grab at her but the slimy bastard looked eager to press the button. He reminded me of a prison guard and I wondered who he was guarding; me or Beth? She was quiet and didn't seem to be as happy or as sure of herself and the thought - hope - went through my mind that maybe she was feeling guilty. There were a million things I wanted to say to her but I didn't trust myself to speak;  I was so mad I knew I would say the wrong thing and only bring myself pain.  When she straightened up she looked about the room and then at me, she seemed confused and uncertain of what to do next but Steve inclined his head indicating that she should leave. It was blindingly obvious who was in control now and I felt a faint hope that Beth might be having second thoughts about this whole thing, but as she passed him on her way out Steve pulled her into an embrace and eased his hand between her thighs, she leaned against his chest and her hips immediately began moving to his touch. She clung to him tightly as she groaned in pleasure, kissing his neck and mumbling how good it felt and how she needed fucking and I saw the smug look on his face as he looked down at me. My resolve hardened and I was determined to make them both pay. I wasn't sure who to blame the most but it was obvious to me now that they had had this whole thing planned together. Beth humped his hand and she seemed to have forgotten all about me. The slimy bastard smirked as the door was swung shut and I was determined to use the time I had to plan my revenge.


I sat and pondered, there was nothing else that I could do. It had been somewhat quiet in the house for an hour or two and I began to wonder if Steve had left, then I heard his voice and another, I was sure it wasn't Beth and I hoped it might be someone who could help me?


But still I waited and when the door did finally open sometime later; to say I was shocked would be a massive understatement, I stared at her for what seemed like forever trying to understand what this meant.

"What are you doing here Gina? You fucking bitch. Are you taking the piss?" It was all so obvious now that she was a part of this whole thing and if I wasn't cuffed to the radiator I would have punched her through the wall.


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