John Friday: Cuffed and whipped wife

"I think she's a good neighbor," Gill said. "I like fucking her taut little ass!"

"Is it tighter than mine, dear?"

"It might be, and not so nicely padded. Ungh, I don't have your sweet soft cheeks to cushion my loins."

"You're both sick and depraved!" Marilee said with disgust.

Lanore yanked her hair again and said, "Kiss my ass! You're not a damn bit better!"

Gill picked up the pace of his ass fucking, whipping his cock faster into her tight asshole. Each time he fucked in, Marilee's head was thrust forward, her face jammed more firmly into the crack of Lanore's ass.

As Gill's cock fucked faster, Marilee became less aware of the pain. Only her wrists hurt, manacled beneath her, jarred against the floor when he spiked her with his long prick.

She arched her lithe body and got her fingers down to her cunt slit. The cock fucking was stimulating her pussy from the inside, straining the frail wall of muscle.

Marilee fingered her cunt and whirled it as Gill fucked even faster, slamming her down so that even her own hands mauled her cunt. She fucked out her tongue and wormed into Lanore.

Muffled groans of pleasure were forced from Marilee's lips each time Gill fucked his cock deep in her. Her breath rasped and became faster to match his heated thrusts. She whirled her cunt madly and that started surging tremors in both her pussy and ass.

"I'm going to cum!" she cried in an astonished voice.

Lanore said, "Don't let her, Gill! Make her excite my ass first!"

"Sure, anything my sexy wife wants." He slowed his fucking and heard Marilee gasp a sigh of distress.

"Make me cum! Oh, please… I'm sssooo close!"

"I'll fuck your ass to an orgasm when I hear my wife cum," he said, stopping his fucking entirely.

"Oh, you bastard! Don't stop! Don't leave me hanging!"

"I'm the one that's hanging," Lanore said. "Get your tongue deep into me and make it."

"All right!" Marilee bowed her head and speared with her tongue. Lanore gasped and kicked her feet.

"Hhhmmm, that's better!"

W was grinning, watching them both. He had them under his control. Wife and neighbor were both his slaves now. As Lanore began to sigh in delight, he started fucking his cock into Marilee's ass again.

That made Marilee hot, her tongue more willing. Lanore began to moan. Wiggling shocks of pleasure ran up Lanore's back as though sparked from the tip of Marilee's tongue. The woman liked making the young blonde respond. Site thrust faster and made her scream.

Gill drilled Marilee's ass, slapping his hard muscled loins on her firm ass. She gave muffled cries of increasing delight. The surges of tension before orgasm had started again. Her cunt was squirming and her ass was too.

"Now!" Marilee cried. "Oh, Gill! Give it to me! Let me feel your cum!" And then she dropped her head, tonguing deep into Lanore's sexy warm ass.

Gill rammed and let his cock fire. Lanore's ass quaked around Marilee's tongue. Marilee's ass went into spasms around Gill's cock. Obscenely linked, they shared a simultaneous moment. The room was still, not even the sound of a breath being taken could be heard. Then came a roar, three voices in chorus.

"I never thought I could enjoy that," Marilee said after a moment.

"Neither did I the first time," Lanore told her with a lewd grin.

"I'm going to give Al a real treat when he gets home from work," the tall beauty said. "He's been wanting to fuck my ass ever since we got married, but I was too afraid of the pain."

"The way pain turns to pleasure is what makes it so exciting," Lanore said, tossing back her long blonde hair. "Even being lashed with a belt works that way."

"Not for me it won't," Marilee said flatly. "That is something – I'll never endure!"

"Oooh?" Lanore said, turning and raising one eyebrow as she grinned at Gill. "I don't think she's been punished enough yet, do you?"

Gill flashed a smile back at his blonde wife. "Not for cuffing your wrists and trying to kick the shit out of me," he agreed.

"No, God damn it! No man is going to take a belt to me!" She kicked and tried to sit up, grunting in a fearful rage.

Gill sat on her ass and effectively restrained her. "Right, no man will take you. I'm going to give Lanore that pleasure. She's going to whip your pussy hot for me and then watch me fuck you long and hard."

Reaching back, he got the handcuff key from the hidden pocket inside his duty belt which had fallen to the floor when the coffee table had tipped over. He unlocked the cuffs around Lanore's wrists.

"Clamp them around her ankles," he said, "I don't want this bitch to kick me again."

"Are you really going to let me whip her?" Lanore asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I like watching the two of you."

Marilee hated the helpless feeling of restraint. She bated the thought of a belt whipping even more, but, with arms and legs both in handcuffs, she was powerless to resist. Gill rolled her over and dug his hands beneath her arms. He lifted Marilee's upper body and dragged her backwards down the hall.

She begged and pleaded all along the way. "Don't let her do this to me, Gill! I can give you a great fuck without being beaten!"

"You weren't at all willing a little while ago," he said coldly.

"But I am now. I loved it when your cock made my ass climax. I want you to fuck me. You'll love it when I squeeze my long legs around your waist and drive your dick so deep."

"You aren't going to be wrapping those long legs around anything while you're wearing two sets of cuffs," he reminded her. "And those don't come off until we're ready to send you home to the man that fucked my wife! Maybe not even then."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Never mind." They'd reached the bedroom door. He hauled Marilee into the room and wrestled her up onto the bed.

"Get those two cords that, tie back the drapes," Gill said to his wife.

"What for?" Marilee asked shrilly.

"So you don't bound around, fall off the bed and hurt yourself," he said with mocking sweetness.

Gill knotted one length of cord around the chain between the cuffs on her wrists, pulled her arms overhead and tied it to the head-board. Then he knotted the other to the chain between her legs and pulled until her long, lithe body was drawn tight. He bound that to the frame of the foot of the bed.

"I thought you two were my friends," Marilee moaned pathetically.

"We are," Gill said with a taunting smile. "If a man had kicked and hit me the way you did, I'd have beaten the living shit out of him. You're just going to get a mild whipping that will make you all the more anxious to please my cock."

Lanore already had the belt in hand and her heart was racing. She recalled vividly the pain of her first lash and so she cringed when she brought her arm back.

"Lanore, please don't! We've always been the best of friends!"

"Yes, until you locked those handcuffs on my wrists." Her arm wavered, the belt held high. "See the awful red marks they left?"

"I'm sorry!"

"So am I," she said with a wicked grin. The belt hissed down and cracked diagonally from left hip to right tit. Marilee yelped and bucked.

She flopped face down and took the next lash across her ass. Her asscheeks wrenched so violently that beads of silver-white cum bubbled out.

"I don't need more punishment than that."

"You'll get what I think you deserve, bitch. And right now that's a lot!" The belt hissed and cracked across her ass three times so fast that it sounded almost like machine gun fire.

Her fiery welts blazed and kindled a glow of eerie recollection. Marilee had not been spanked since she was a young girl bent over her father's knee.

Marilee's body bucked and heaved, flipping over on her back. Busty blonde Lanore loomed at the foot of the bed, her soft features distorted by a leering grin. She loved her position of power. It erased memories of all she'd suffered on the same bed the night before.