John Friday: Cuffed and whipped wife

As her voice pitched into a scream, Gill reached out and took hold of her left arm. Marilee was so entranced that she hardly noticed when he drew her back. Then he caught her right arm and drew them together. She moaned a questioning sound, but her eyes were clenched shut in blind delight.

Gill slapped the cuffs on her with hands deft from lots of practice. Marilee reacted then, but it was too late. She felt the firm, cold jaws click shut around, her wrists.

She wrenched her arms under the long fall of coal black hair and screamed hysterically, "Lanore, how did you get out of the cuffs and put them on me?"

He stepped forward then and said, "She didn't. I've got two pairs. And two pussies now!"

"You son of a bitch! Take them off of me this instant!" Marilee leaped off the couch, graceful and quick considering that her wrists were steel-bound in an awkward position behind her back.

"Not yet, Marilee. We have a little score to settle."

"I do, you mean! Your slut wife seduced my husband!" The towering beauty wrenched her arms again, helpless, frustrated and raging.

"And your horny husband was only too happy to give in," Gill replied with a twisted grin. "I guess he's been wanting to fuck her as much as I've been wanting to fuck you."

Marilee backed away from him, around the upset coffee table and into the middle of the living room.

Gill came after her, his hardened cock twitching wildly. Marilee's face paled into a stricken look. She backed up again, eyes flared wide in panic. Gill came forward confidently.

Marilee launched a vicious kick at his balls. Training as a dancer made her dangerously quick, but Gill leaped back and turned. Her spike heel hit his thigh and drew blood. "Ungh," he grunted, more surprised than hurt.

"I haven't done a high kicking routine in years," she said, "but if you come another step closer, you're going to find the heel of my shoe where your front teeth used to be."

He circled her warily, Lanore sat up and watched, her blue eyes shifting between them, intrigued and excited by a contest unlike anything she'd ever seen before.

Watching Gill subdue their proud neighbor would be as exciting as watching him fuck her. And Lanore had no doubt that Gill would do both. But then Marilee surprised them.

She danced backward, bending down until the hands cuffed behind her nearly touched the floor. Nimble as a deer, she stepped back again, this time putting one foot then the other between her cuffed wrists. When Marilee straightened to full height, she had her shackled hands in front.

Better balanced now, her next kick came with more speed and force. Gill barely had time to block it, and even then he was rocked back by the impact. Marilee came in with a grunt and kicked with the other foot, this time catching him squarely in the gut.

Gill doubled over and Lanore gasped a cry of alarm. Marilee swooped down on his hunched figure, both hands raised like a club. She hit him behind the neck and made his vision blur. He sank to his knees, his head spinning.

She swung sideways with both fists, wrists locked together, looking like a golfer teeing off. Marilee hit Gill alongside the head and knocked him sprawling. Lanore was screaming before her husband hit the floor.

He was down and dizzy, but not out by any means. Gill hit the floor with a thud. Marilee came after him, glaring down like an avenging angel. He lunged and tackled her, clamping her shapely legs together as he drove her back with a shoulder pushed into her crotch.

Marilee gushed in shock and fell hard on her ass. Gill was atop her lithe body and forcing her down flat. His hot cock was pressed between them, throbbing on her heaving belly. Her head hit the carpet and she groaned.

She got hold of his cock in her cuffs hands, squeezing and twisting like she wanted to rip his prick off. Gill gave a cry of stunned pain and felt her reaching down farther, trying to get a grip on his even more tender balls.

"You bitch!" With both hands on her tits she squeezed her nipples hard.

"Aaagggh!" Her grip on his cock went slack as she shuddered in pain.

Gill rolled off and pitched Marilee onto her face. She moaned as her weight felt on her cuffed hands.

"I was going to start with the pussy my wife got so nice and hot for me," he said, straddling her flailing legs. "Hut since you tried your best to bust my head, I'm taking your ass first!"

"Nnnooo," she begged. "I've never let anyone do that!"

"Two cherry butts in two days," he chuckled. "Things are looking up!"

"You bastard! Al will kill you for this!"

"After fucking Lanore? I doubt that. He'll probably bring you to me every time he wants to fuck her."

"He wouldn't! He'd never!" Marilee's lithe body twisted in a vain effort to escape the probing head of his cock.

Gill had found combat with a woman to be an exciting prelude to fucking. Like belt whipping his wife, only better, forcing the struggling woman to the floor made his cock pulse with a raging intensity stronger than anything he had ever felt before.

His cock burned into her ass. There wasn't enough lubrication to make it glide smoothly. Each slow inch felt like a flaming yard.

"Tell your husband you get this every time he gets my wife!"

"I'm going to kill both of you! I've never been so abused and degraded!"

Gill laughed and said, "If your asshole was as big as your mouth, this wouldn't hurt a bit." He pushed in another inch or two and listened delightedly to her tortured wails. Her ass was cock-strangling tight, wringing and burning and cringing in shock.

Marilee's tormented wails kept getting louder, and Gill began to worry that some other neighbor might call the police. He said, "Lanore, come here and give her mouth something better to do. Sit in front of her with your legs spread and let her eat cunt."

"I'd rather lie face down and make her kiss my ass!" she said.

"That's even better!" Gill agreed.

"I won't do it!"

"Oh, yes you will!" he said, spiking her ass with another two inches of cock.

Marilee raged while Lanore maneuvered herself into position. Gill grabbed her silky black hair and yanked her head up.

Lanore slid back until her ass was right under Marilee's mouth. She could feel the warm rush of her breath and her ass, shivered with anticipation. Gill let go of her hair and pushed Marilee's head down.

"Humph!" Marilee groaned, trying to twist her head away.

Gill flipped Marilee's long hair up over her head so Lanore could grab it in her cuffed hands.

"That should help you keep her in control," he said. "If you aren't getting what you want, just give it a good yank!"

Marilee began to sob. Taking control of Lanore had been a lewd thrill that she had greatly enjoyed. Having the tables turned suddenly was a horror. She shuddered as Gill fucked deeper into her ass, as Lanore pulled her hair and ordered her to kiss ass.

Marilee kissed Lanore's rounded ass cheeks first and felt her own shiver. Gill was in her all the way now, grinding his cock-hair on her firm ass.

Then he began to fuck her from behind, slowly at first, easing his cock in and out. Her asshole had relaxed a little. Gasping thankfully, Marilee worked her tongue around Lanore's puckered ass rim.

The blonde giggled, anxiously. "Oooh, I like that! Wiggle your tongue into me, Marilee."

Marilee moaned, unable to think of anything else now.

"Do it!" Lanore insisted, giving her raven tresses a viciously hard yank. "I hated the idea of restraint when you lacked the cuffs on me, but I like it now that I've got a hold of your hair."

"You spiteful bitch!" she cried, fluttering her lips in the crack of Lanore's ass.

"Well, you didn't come here like a grinning good neighbor," the blonde said with a sneer.