John Friday - Cuffed and whipped wife

Her filmy black peignoir swirled like the clouds of a gathering storm each time she threw her arm back. The belt hissed and flashed down like a lightning bolt.

The sleek, black-haired beauty moaned as the simmering heat in her whipped crotch increased.

Lanore was whipping her to climax. Marilee knew that in a way she'd asked for it by resisting so stubbornly at first. But what both troubled and excited her mast was knowing that she would very likely ask for it again.

Lanore kept the whip flailing, determined that her neighbor would feel more pain before the pleasure of Gill's cock. Marilee's body bucked and twitched just as it had before. Her anguished wails were exactly the same. Only the raven-haired woman knew that she was passing over the threshold of pain into anguished delight.

Lanore hissed the stinging belt down and hit the nub of her neighbor's clit a vicious blow. That sent mind-warping shacks of both pleasure and pain up Marilee's back, feelings so intense that Marilee could not tell one from the other. She tensed and screamed and shivered violently.

"Enough!" Gill said.

His wife had whirled her arm back again, jaw tense, eyes narrowed and flashing with jealous spite. "No, it's not enough!" she snapped back.

"It's enough when I say it's enough!" he barked.

"I like it, and so does she!" Lanore protested. "Don't you see? I've whipped her to an orgasm!"

"Yes, and one that way, is enough!" Gill pushed his sputtering blonde wife into a chair. "Sit down!"

She strained to get up.

Gill looped the belt around Lanore's waist, snarling both arms beneath the leather band, still hot from stinging tender flesh. He cinched it tight around the back of the chair, binding her arms just above the elbows.

"No, no! Let me up!"

"She's mine now," Gill said. "I'm going to fuck her, and you're going to watch!"

"I don't want to do that!"

"You said last night that you did!"

"That was before. Now I'm jealous. I can see how trim and beautiful her body is. I can see how hot and wet her pussy is!"

"You made it that way for me," he reminded her. "I love you for that."

"Do you really?"

"Yes, really. You didn't stop loving me when you fucked Al, did you?"

"No, of course not."

"This is the same thing. I want Marilee now, and I want you to watch. We don't hide things, we can't stand that?"

"Y-y-yes," she stammered, soft lips quivering. "But I liked it better when more discreet."

"You liked it better when you thought you were getting away with something. Did you like it when I found out?"

"That's the reason we aren't going to do it anymore." He turned away from her and saw Marilee waiting on the bed.

The pain induced shocks at her strange organ still lingered. Heat from every smoldering welt seemed to seep straight down into her cunt.

Gill stretched out beside her on the satin sheet and brushed silken wisps of raven hair away from her face. "I've always wanted to fuck you," he whispered just loud enough for his wife to hear.

Marie managed a weak little grin just before down to seal her lips with a passionate kiss.

"Hhhhmmmm," she purred.

His tenderness clashed with vivid memories of brutal pain. Marilee thrust out her sinewy tongue and he sucked on it gently. Then he pushed into her mouth and felt the clinging embrace of her warm lips.

Lanore lunged against the heavy belt binding her in the chair. "Al," she cried. "We just fucked, we didn't make love!"

"But fucking is much better when people have time to share affection," Gill said to her without turning his head away from Marilee's face. "That's why we aren't going to sneak around any more. That's why Marilee is going to enjoy an orgasm much greater than anything Al was able to give you."

"Uuunnngh!" Lanore raged, wrenching against the tightly cinched belt again.

"You're so stunning, so regal, so elegant that it makes my cock ache," Gill was saying, kissing Marilee's long neck and graceful shoulders. "You're the gorgeous princess of all my lewd dreams."

Lanore tugged at the tightly cinched belt again. Gill's words of endearment enraged her as much as they delighted Marilee.

Gill enjoyed his wife's futile raging as much as he did Marilee's purring response. He knew he was hurting Lanore worse than by any lash of his leather belt.

He nibbled down to the base of Marilee's sharp tits, avoiding the patterned welts left by hot leather. He kissed and tongue-stroked only her creamy and untouched skin, spreading a gentle kind of warmth. The tremors reaching her pussy were hotter than anything so far.

Gill's head was held high enough so that his wife had a clear view of every move.

Lanore could see Marilee's ripe nipple bulge with desire. Her own nips were swollen tad tingling, too, but in the chilling cold of jealous fury.

Gill bowed and kissed her throbbing nipple, spreading his lips slowly to suck in the whole creamy cone of her tit. Her nipple lodged against the soft back part of his mouth, but Gill's tongue hooked around and teased it even wore.

Marilee hadn't enjoyed such fabulous foreplay in many years. Like most married couples, her love-life with Al had become a practiced routine, always the same, night after night.

Gill's tongue tingled and sparked with originality, it brought sensations completely fresh and new to her. And she gave him cooing responses that were just as exciting. The only one left out was Lanore, and the fury of her frustration made her fume.

Her luminous blue eyes had turned a hot green with envy. Her budding pink nipples darkened, gorged with jealousy that hammered through her veins.

He dragged a swirling tongue down the light lithe body, a path that led first to her protruding belly button. Gill sucked on the gnarled little button that seemed to be reaching out for him.

Gill worked his way down to the narrow wedge of black curls that adorned Marilee's taut pussy mound. That was now pitching and tossing in a storm of excitement. She gasped anxiously when he nipped at her sheening black curls and tugged them softly with his lips.

Lanore's golden-haired cunt seethed with envy, leaking the dampness and musky scent of lust. She wanted to have her big tits sucked, have her tummy kissed and her cunt nibbled, but her husband lavished all that affection on their sultry neighbor.

Gill parted Marilee's taut, black-furred pussy lips, gasping anxiously when he reached that point. Holding back had been pure hell for him, but he wanted Marilee to experience exquisite pleasure and he wanted his wife to know the hurt of exquisite pain.

He avoided Marilee's clit at first, knowing it had felt the sting of leather. Gill stirred his tongue in her narrow pussy gash. It was long, lean and trim like the rest of her. And the taste was, different from his blonde wife. More pungent, not quite as sweet.

Lanore was cuddly and soft. Marilee was more like a boa constrictor. If her ankles weren't cuffed and bound to the foot of the bed, he knew she would have jerked up both legs, twined them around his neck and powered his face into her pussyhole.

Marilee had not even thought of her restraints until Gill kissed and parted her cunt lips. Then she did try to jerk her legs up. That was her usual response, but impossible to do now. She moaned in frustration and Gill continued his slow teasing, tormenting both frustrated women at once.

"You're a cruel bastard," Marilee moaned. "The most exciting cruel bastard I've ever known!"

"Better than your husband Al?" Gill asked, mainly for his bound wife's benefit.

"Yes! Ooooh, God yes! He can fuck Lanore anytime he wants as long as I can have you!"

Lanore winced sharply, contorting her soft features. Marilee's unleashed passion put everything she'd done in a new light.

Gill swiveled around to straddle Marilee's bound legs.