John Friday - Cuffed and whipped wife

Cum shot into her in stuttering bursts. Thick and hot, his jizz sprayed the walls of her fuck tunnel. It gushed to fill the depths. Dripping heat made her moan. Excitement made her shrill a lewd wail that could be heard in the next room, even through the closed door.

Cum backed up in her wringing cunt tube, and more was spurting all the time. She felt the rising heat as her passions soared. A scream came to her lips and jism gushed from her cunt slit.

Lanore's frantic cries grew louder, more shrill and intense. The green line vanished off the top of the screen again. Neither of them noticed that. They were twined together and fucking hard, eyes closed, teeth clenched. There was a bright blue flash in the control box. A fuse had blown. The screen flickered and went dark.

The blonde's high-pitched scream suddenly dropped into a deep, gurgling moan. Her body sagged back on the bed under his weight. Lanore sprawled limp, her eyes fluttering, lips moving but not able to make a sound.

She wondered if her life could ever be the same again. She thought not. She hoped not.

Gill arrived home at the usual time, puzzled to find the house empty. He had thought about Lanore and Marilee all through his shift at work, getting more and more horny as the long, boring hours dragged on.

"Lanore?" he called anxiously. No answer. "God damn it!"

Then he remembered her asking if she could get together with Al and Marilee's. All lights were out and their house was quiet next door, but that was the only place he thought she might be.

Gill went to the door and rang the bell, wondering with some anxiety how his friend Al would react. They hadn't seen or spoken to each other since this thing began.

Al came to the door sleepy-eyed and cinching the belt of his robe. "Gill," he said with surprise.

"Is Lanore here?"

"Uh, no. Listen, about what's happened…"

"Later, Al. Lanore isn't home. If she isn't here, where the hell can she be?"

"Search me. We haven't seen her. Marilee and I have been in bed for hours… having the time of our lives, I might add. I should thank you two for turning her on like that."

"Yeah, but Lanore is turned on too, and I don't know where the hell she went!"

Marilee came down the hall then, yawning and stretching, stark naked and stunningly beautiful in the soft glow of a tiny night light.

"Al, what is it?" she asked in a dreamy voice.

"It's Gill," he said. "Lanore isn't home, and he doesn't know where she is."

"Hhhnunm, I thought she'd be waiting here."

"So did I," Gill said glumly.

"Well come in," Al said. "Maybe we can figure this out."

Gill nodded and walked in. Concern lined his ruggedly handsome face. He no more than glanced at Marilee, and that disappointed her a little.

She yawned again and her head began to clear. "You know," she began slowly. "Marge Bennett called earlier about some kind of wild party at her place tonight. She might have called Lanore too."

"Bennett? That big house down the block? There were no lights on there when I came home," Gill said. "Just a lot of very expensive cars parked in front."

"They have a basement rumpus," Marilee said. "If they're all down there, you wouldn't see or hear a thing driving by."

Gill said, "God damn her! I wouldn't have minded if she'd come over here!"

Al grinned sheepishly. "Neither would I."

"Let's just wait for her," Marilee suggested coyly. "MI of us together. I seem to have exhausted Al for the moment. A new man would do me good."

"Not until I know what that bitch wife of mine is doing," Gill said hotly. "I'm going down to the Bennetts' and crash a party."

"Not like that I hope," Marilee said. "In full uniform and carrying a gun."

"I'm not taking time to change. But I will leave the gun here with you. Mad as I am right now, I might blow somebody's brains out. Maybe my wife's!"

Gill pulled the gun out of his holster and was looking around for a safe place to put it when a knock at the door distracted him.

Al said, "Who the hell can that be visiting us in the middle of the night?"

He opened the door a narrow crack and saw a shapely young redhead in a filmy and revealing harem slave's outfit. She grinned uncertainly and said, "Excuse me, but I saw your lights on. I'm looking for Gill who lives next door, but there's no one home."

"Uh, he's here," Al said. "Come on in. That's him over there."

She gawked and gasped, shocked to see him with a gun in his hand.

Gill looked just as surprised to see her, a beautiful, scantily clad girl with green eyes and fiery red hair. A sexy young stranger who was looking for him dressed like that in the middle of the night?

"My name's Celia. Your wife sent me for you."

"She what?"

"Lanore sent me to get you. She's at a party at my parents' house."

"Why didn't she come herself?"

"Well…" Those big green eyes flashed impishly. "At the moment she's all tied up."

Gill's look of angry concern melted into a warm grin. "And you're supposed to entertain me until she gets home?" he asked.

"I might do that if you can afford thy price," she purred.

"Your price? Are you a fucking whore?"

"Oh, no… just a girl who enjoys a good time with a handsome stranger. But the party is a charity slave auction and I go on the block in the next round."

Gill said, "Ooooh, Jesus!" Things were moving too fast for his mind to keep up.

"Your wife has raised the most for the new hospital wing so far," she added brightly.

"Good, because she's going to need it! She's going to be in fucking Intensive Care!" With that he stormed out of the house and left them all gaping. He still had the gun in his hand.

Gill stopped near the foot of the stairs and gawked in slack-jawed disbelief at what he saw in the basement rumpus room. The indirect lighting was red and turned low. He could only think of hell's smoldering fires, and the restless crowd seemed to belong there.

He watched a London bobby arrest an older woman in a white mink coat. She was clubbed to her knees with a two-foot-long rubber imitation of a man's cock, complete with big blue veins. The woman loved it. Gill heard her beg the costumed bobby to give her the real thing.

A glaring strobe light flashed intermittently. A Roman soldier's head and plumed helmet bobbed up and dawn in the naked crotch of a harem slave with filmy pants pulled down to her knees.

A masked woman dressed head to toe in gleaming black leather and carrying a coiled whip sauntered up to him slinging her hips. The strobe made her look like an oversexed puppet with a couple of strings crossed.

"I like your outfit," she said in a husky voice, stroking a hand down Gill's uniform front. "Especially the gun. That's really a trip!" She reached for it.

"Jesus, don't touch that. It's real!"

"Everything is real when the mind makes it so," she said. "And I would like to discipline a tough cop just to see how much he can take!" She let the whip uncoil at her feet.

"Get away from me!" Gill pushed around her, holstering his gun, scanning the room for a glimpse of Lanore. He passed a delicious looking pilgrim feasting on the tits of an Indian squaw. Then he confronted a burly pirate with a gleaming cutlass and a patch over one eye.

"I'm looking for a young blonde with long hair and big tits," Gill said anxiously.

The pirate laughed and clapped him across the back. "Aren't we all, mate! Aren't we all!"

Then a dashing riverboat gambler walked to him smiling. "Gill, I'm so glad you could make it!"

Blake Bennett extended his hand. Gill hadn't recognized him at first.

"Where the hell is my wife?" Gill demanded.

"In Intensive Care," Blake said blandly. "My son is looking after her. But you'll find someone else, the second round of bidding is about to begin."