John Friday: The wife_s hot whipping

"Ooooooooh, yeah. The frigid bitch who's been trying to get your job!"

Hal chuckled and said, "Yeah. But as it turns out, Dolores isn't as frigid as we all thought. And she doesn't even want my job now that she knows more about it."

"Really? That's great. Maybe now you can relax a little and pay more attention to me."

"I was thinking about that." But Hal's eyes had strayed to the yellow copy of the repairman's bill taped to the door of the refrigerator. "What the fuck is this?" He slacked his hold on his eager wife and leaned closer to read. "Sixty-nine dollars because the freezer ate a loaf of bread? What kind of bullshit is this?"

"It's true, dear. If you look inside you can see how that little claw goes around…"

"I know how the fucking little claw goes around. I also know how your fucking little mind goes around. What did you do, stuff a whole damn loaf of bread into its mechanical mouth?"

"I don't know how it happened," Honey said. A stricken, shameful look spread across her face.

"You probably stuff bread into the damn machine, just the way you like having cock stuffed in your lying mouth!"

"No, Hal…"

"Did he remember to pick up the jacket he left in the bedroom yesterday?"

"Yes, er, I mean no. We didn't go in the bedroom!"

Hal sneered, "Bullshit!" and grabbed her arm. "I can smell it, cock breath! You've got hot jism leaking out of every pore. I thought you'd learned your lesson last night, but I guess not."

He pushed her toward the bedroom at the back of the house.

"Hal?" she cried anxiously, "What are you going to do?"

"You know damn well!"

Hal was smiling behind her back as she stumbled ahead of him, driven by a hand clamped like a vise. His emotions were different now than the night before. He didn't blame Honey for wanting a big, thick cock while he was away at work or care that she got herself the good fucking she craved.

He'd thought about that during the day. After all, he had a great time with Dolores and was looking forward to doing it again, and that hadn't lessened his desire for Honey. What pissed him off now was her thinking she could put something over on him.

"I spent most of the day teaching that bitch Dolores who's boss," Hal said with a grunt. "Now it looks like I'll have to spend the whole night teaching you!"

Honey moaned expectantly.

She was smiling too. She hadn't had to leave that copy of the bill taped to the refrigerator door. She could have paid it out of her generous household allowance and Hal would never have known. But that would have spoiled her fun. And his.

Honey had gotten the feeling during the night that Hal had overcome his first feelings of jealous rage and that they might soon be able to reach an understanding that would allow them both more sexual freedom. Now it all seemed to be happening faster than she'd dared hope.

He propelled her through the open bedroom door and launched her forward toward the bed. "Aaaaggghhh!" she groaned, tripping and sprawling face down, skidding her lithe body on the sleek black satin sheets.

She rolled over and swept the long strands of honey-blonde hair from her eyes. "What did you mean, you spent all day teaching Dolores who's boss?" she asked.

Hal just grinned and began stripping off her clothes. Her blouse flew one way, her skirt the other. Panties and bra sailed into opposite corners of the room.

"I fucked her!" he said when his wife was naked and cowering on the bed.

For an instant, Honey felt pangs of jealousy. She'd met Dolores once at a company party, and she remembered how tall she was, how stunning she would have been if she had brushed out her long hair and worn the right kind of clothes.

"I'll bet she enjoyed her lesson," Honey said. "And I'll bet she just loved your big cock!"

"Yeah, she did. Dolores is a bright girl. She learns fast. A lot faster than another bitch I know, one who thinks she can pull shit behind my back and get away with it."

"Huuuungh?" Honey said.

Her blue eyes flashed brightly as she watched Hal begin to undress. The first thing he did was pull his favorite snakeskin belt from the loops of his suit pants.

She felt a tingling, cringing kind of excitement. Honey knew from the night before that the first few lashes would sting and smart. But she also knew how quickly the heat of pain would turn to burning desire and sink to the depths of her cunt. "I see the welts from last night have faded," Hal said, as he doubled the belt and lashed the open palm of his left hand with the loop. "I guess your memory fades the same way!"

What Honey remembered best about the night before was how hard Hal's cock had swelled in anger. She was watching intently now, amazed by the way it bulged and strained as he eased it out of his shorts. Hal dropped them and kicked them aside.

"Dolores got this big fucker nice and hot for you," he said with a taunting grin. "Her foxy little red cunt is like a furnace, at least it is now."

"Mine's hot too," Honey whined. "I'll fuck you better than she ever could!"

"Maybe."

Hal's arms rolled back in a low arc, then snapped forward. The loop of gleaming black patterned leather hissed as viciously as the snake it once was.

"Yyyeeeeooowww!" Honey felt the sting and a looped stripe of burning pain. It neatly circled her crotch and left a blazing red welt around her blonde spread of cunt hair.

"I got to liking that hot red snatch Dolores has. Now I think I'll whip yours until it looks the same!"

"Oooooh, no!" Honey pitched over to protect her smarting pussy mound. That exposed her ass and Hal took another swing.

"Aaaaaccckkk!" She jerked from the stinging shock and writhed from the pain that lingered, spreading across the taut little domes of her ass. "Did, did you whip Dolores too?" she asked.

"Only with this, baby, only with this!" Hal stroked his stiff cock with the tight fist of his left hand. He chuckled wickedly pleased by the surging power he could feel in his prick.

Hal hadn't realized how the years of grueling mental strain had weakened his body, especially his big cock. The change had come slowly and was subtle at first, too subtle to even notice.

Even the mild exertion of whipping Honey last night had soon had him panting for breath. Tonight he felt better. He took slow, even breaths and readied the whip again.

"If she forgets her lessons like you forget yours, maybe I'll have to tan her ass later."

"What? What do you mean, later?" Honey turned and saw the stinging black loop high above his head. For an instant it seemed frozen, suspended in midair. In her widened, tear streaked eyes she could even see the diamond pattern of the dark scales.

She could feel the same pattern imprinted on her ass and pussy mound, and now it was hissing down on her again. She curled herself protectively and huddled in a cringing ball.

Hal laughed and felt his cock leap. "I mean Dolores is coming over later tonight," he said casually. "I'm going to fuck her tawny red cunt right there in the middle of our bed."

"No!" Honey roared.

"Yes," Hal insisted calmly. "And you're going to watch me!"

"Uuungh!" she moaned.

But Honey felt a shiver of excitement at the same time. She'd never watched Hal fuck another woman, and she suddenly thought it might be fun.

"When I'm through, you're going to lick my hot jism out of her cunt," he went on.

The idea seemed repulsive at first, but gradually her lips curved into a grin. Honey didn't care much for sex with other women, but the idea of sucking out a cunt that her husband had just fucked had a powerful and perverted appeal.

Seeing the change in Honey's expression, Hal cast the belt aside. "That's the way we're going to do things from now on, right out in the open. No more of your cute little tricks, trying to sneak around."