Wednesday, May 23, 2012

THE WIFE IS WHIPPED SeXStoRY

I was at the nightclub basically looking for a good lay. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and all I was interested in that night was getting a thick piece of cock between my legs. At 22, I had little trouble getting various men to hit on me as the night went on, but none were doing it for me. Then we met. I was dancing by myself on the dance floor when he approached and introduced himself, Jonathan. Oh how incredibly cute and handsome he looked, tall with nice dark features. As he started dancing with me I could tell he had some really good moves. After a few songs he offered to buy me a drink. By the end of the night, I was completely floored with this guy and knew I wanted him. I flirted with him like crazy, even rubbing my tits against him to keep his attention. And it worked! When he offered to go back to his place, I accepted. He took me out to his BMW and we were off. As he drove, we continued with the small talk, I can't even remember what nonsense we said. I did remember that he kept taking occasional glances at my legs, which was making me feel really sexy. I kept wondering to myself how was it that this great guy wasn't already taken, but I wasn't going to complain. We finally arrived at his rather impressive looking home and I followed him to the door. I was really getting in the mood and couldn't wait to get inside and tear his cloths off. I can't help it, this guy was doing all the right moves. Right at that moment however, things started getting weird. When we walked into the house, he announced "Honey, I'm home!" I gave a slight giggle, thinking he wasn't serious. Then I saw her. His wife came into view, walked up to us and introducing herself. I was floored. This was definitely NOT what I was expecting. I mean this guy was fucking married!!! "Honey, we'll have our drinks in the living room." She went off to the kitchen as Jonathan started towards one of the sofas. I hesitated at the door. I wasn't sure I was into this. I mean a three some? I had never even been with another girl, and wasn't sure if I wanted start. I love men. But sensing my conflict, he came back and whispered into my ear "Don't worry, she wont be joining us later." As odd as that sounded, it still felt strangely reassuring to me somehow. I followed him to the couch were we waited for his wife. Soon she came back with the wine...only two glasses and sat down across from us by herself. As Jonathan and I drank, all three of us made a little small talk. When Jonathan began feeling up my leg, I got nervous and looked at his wife. She noticed it as well, but wasn't saying anything. Soon his hand had disappeared beneath my skirt and was caressing my inner thigh. I was feeling very naughty doing all this in front of his wife. When he sensed my wetness with his wondering fingers, he leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. I returned it. After three minutes of kissing and fondling, I was really worked up. Jonathan then looked over to his wife and whispered "I am ready". She nodded, stood up, and removed her dress. My mouth dropped as the now completely naked woman turned and walked straight into their bedroom. I looked over to Jonathan and immediately got worried. "Jonathan, I really don't want to do this. I'm not really into this type of thing." He looked into my eyes, kissed me again, and reassured me: "As I said, she wont be joining us." "Than why is she nude and in your bedroom?" "Because she'll be getting a different type of pleasure. You see she likes to be...um... ..humiliated in front of other strange women....then enjoys watching as I fuck them." This was now really getting weird. I didn't expect this at all. It sounded very much like a female version of cuckolding....I guess you could call it cuntolding or what ever. In any case, that's what it appeared to be with this girl. He then leaned over and kissed me again before whispering: "Don't worry, you'll be the only one getting this tonight." He took my hand and rested it between his legs. My eyes grew wide as I felt his large manhood beneath the fabric. I was sold. We rose and made our way towards the master bedroom where his wife was patiently waiting, still naked. I could now appreciate how attractive she was. She had nice medium sized breasts and long slender legs, which complemented her athletic figure very well. But I also noticed something else. If I looked closely, I could see tiny marks crisscrossing her body. I was a bit curious as Jonathan walked up to one of his drawers and removed a pair of handcuffs and.....a whip. He walked over to his wife who looked a little nervous and cuffed her hands together in front of her. Then he lifted her arms to a type of rotating hook attached to a chain going to the ceiling. As she practically hung from the ceiling now, she was painfully stretched as the tips of her toes barely touched the floor. She indeed looked very vulnerable. Jonathan then came back to me and led me to a chair, smiling as he told me he hopes I enjoy the show. Then he picked up the whip and began encircling his wife. I could see she was slightly shaking as Jonathan caressed her body with the butt of the whip, brushing against her breasts and moving to her thighs and ass. She was taking short quick breaths as he now stood directly behind her, uncoiling the whip. She sucked in her breath as Jonathan reared his arm back....then.....then.....Crack!!! I jumped back in my seat as the suddenness surprised me. He had landed the whip square against her ass, and she hardly made a sound. I could tell she was used to this. He raised the whip again....Crack....crack.....two more lashes, this time on her thighs. She gave a slight moan this time. Then he walked to her front and took aim of her breasts ...crack...crack...crack...crack... She let out a small cry as her tits reddened. After every whiplash, her body would turn on the rotating chain, cruelly giving him a new target. Soon he was constantly whipping every part of her body, even between her legs. Her moans turned to grunts, which turned into sobs, which turned into open cries as her body slowly turned completely red from the strict abuse. At first I was a little bit worried for her sake. It looked like she was really getting worked over. But the sight of her slick inner thighs assured me of her enjoyment. And to my surprise, this was really turning me on. Maybe it was the mentality that I was better than she was, or maybe it was the pure sadism in me, but soon I was stroking my sex openly as Jonathan whipped his wife. This did not go unnoticed by Jonathan. After what seemed like a half an hour of hard whipping, and with his pretty wife sobbing hysterically, he put the whip down and approached me. Taking my fingers out of wet pussy he raised them to his lips and tasted them. I was completely his. He took me to the bed and soon we had practically ripped each other's cloths off. I laid beneath him, took his large cock, and guided it towards my desperate pussy. He entered me and was soon banging away as I was enwrapped in complete ecstasy. After about 25 minutes of intense fucking I had my first orgasm. Jonathan was like a rock, still going in me at full steam. As I came down from my high, and felt the beginnings of another, I looked over and noticed his wife still hanging from the ceiling. She was looking directly at us. Her mouth was partly open and her eyes had a glazed look in them as she watched her husband fuck me. I couldn't believe that there were women that actually enjoyed this kind of stuff. I mean if I was married to this gorgeous hunk with a fantastic penis, I'd be fucking him all the time and sharing him with NO ONE. Yet she seems to get off on letting other women fuck him as she watches hanging from the ceiling with her body freshly whipped. To each her own. Oh well, I had other things to worry about, I was fast approaching my 2nd orgasm. After two hours of hard, no ending fucking, Jonathan had cum in my pussy three times and I was completely worn out. Jonathan deeply kissed me, then rose from the bed and untied his wife. When she had regained the full use of her arms and legs, I noticed her staring hungrily at my cunt. It was still spread wide from the fucking and was oozing fresh cum. Jonathan gave her a quick slap on the butt and she seemed to snapped out of her daze. She looked up to my face and kindly asked: "Excuse me Miss, would you kindly allow me to lick my husband's cum from your pretty pussy." As I said, I had never been with another woman, but the way she said it was so erotic, so submissive, so hot, that I couldn't stop my head from shaking yes. She crawled onto the bed, moved between my open legs and lowered her lips to my sloppy pussy. She was almost an a****l as she greedily licked and sucked her husband's cum from another woman's vagina. It wasn't long before I had another orgasm brewing. When she was finished, she rose and thanked me for letting her clean me. As Jonathan and I cuddled, she left to get us more drinks. When she returned, and handed us our wine, I took the opportunity to reach out and feel her welts. She flinched as I ran my fingers along her sensitive flesh. As I explored her wounds, I could practically see her tiny bud growing. I reached out and flicked it with my finger and she shuddered. Smiling wickedly, I started to scratch her clit with my fingernail. Soon she was rocking her hips and moaning like crazy as I abused her sensitive organ. The whole time Jonathan watched with a smile as he gently licked one of my nipples. Within no time, his wife collapsed on the floor in total orgasm. There she fell asl**p. It was at that time that Jonathan explained in more detail his unusual sex life with his wife. He told me that she had always enjoyed being abused by him, and that she discovered it really turned her on to be abused in front of other women. He told me that on their wedding day, no one ever seemed to notice that she never sat down. Her ass was too badly beaten an hour earlier. And after their wedding, while she was still in her wedding dress, she watched as he fucked two of her bridesmaids. Now they actively engaged in this type of lifestyle. She seems to really get off on her friends coming to visit and laughing at her humiliation. But occasionally, they look for new women to include in their sessions, like me. Jonathan and I ended up falling asl**p into each other's arms not much longer after than, with his wife's naked and whipped body lying on the floor next to me. The next morning she served us breakfast in bed, which was very delicious. She looked like she had healed a little bit but was still very sore, and her clit still looked a bit raw, to my delight. Before I left, we fucked one more time as she watched from the chair, openly fingering herself. Then, after she cleaned me, I got dressed to leave. They both showed me to the door where were exchanged hugs and phone numbers. We were definitely going to have to do this again. And who knows, maybe next time I'll be doing some of the whipping.

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