Amber, my beautiful young neighbor and now my wife, and I have been going at it hot and heavy for the past four years, now. Since she gave herself to me that first time.
We just celebrated our first wedding anniversary, or "anal-versary," as we call it!!!
It all started at our wedding, when I was introduced to my lovely bride's young cousin.
"Chris, I'd like you to meet my cousin, Amber," my bride said.
Apparently, Amber was a family name. There were at least two Amber's in every generation. I was introduced to nine different women, that night, all named Amber. They were all just as beautiful as the other. Some were old. Some were young. But all looked stunning.
My wife and I left for our honeymoon. The island of Barbados was spectacular. We didn't wear clothing once during the whole trip.
When we got back to our home, THAT's when things got interesting...
I had only just started to sleep nights shortly after Amber and I'd moved in together. I guess I just needed someone to share my life with. Go figure! We had been asleep for two hours (after our long flight home from Barbados) when we heard a pounding on the door. It was my wife's cousin, Amber, who came lurching in, crying her eyes out! From what I was able to understand, through all the tears and sobbing, was that she'd been kicked out by her "boyfriend" for being a slob and for not putting out, as well.
I'd reminded my wife that we had to get up for work in the morning and invited the younger Amber to stay the night in a spare bedroom.
We live in a really big house that I had bought, as a wedding present to my bride, hoping to fill it full of kids. Amber and I have talked about this and when she's ready, we'll do it. No big hurry.
I had made some really good investments in the late 70's and early 80's, so we really didn't have any money worries.
My wife was to start working at my Consulting firm the next day as the new VP in charge of Marketing. She was fully qualified to run any company, but she chose mine, as she was already sleeping with the boss. How could anyone argue with logic like that?
I'd written Cousin Amber a note saying she was welcome to stay as long as she needed a place to crash. And to make herself at home.
BIG MISTAKE!!!
After a long first day at the office for both of us, my wife and I just wanted to get home and relax. When we got home, however, we were both shocked by what we saw!
There was little Amber, kneeling on the living room carpeting, servicing two big cocks with her mouth! The two young men didn't hear my wife or me come in to the house, so they were just happily standing there, with goofy looks on their faces, getting the best blow-jobs of their young lives!
I was too aroused to be pissed at Cousin Amber for bringing guests into our house without asking first, but my wife sure wasn't. She tore into the three of them like a rabid wolverine! She was all up into their faces, my little 5 foot-nothing sexpot! (When she gets pissed she gets all red in the face, and her nipples get really, really stiff. It's quite a sight to behold!) The young men didn't know what to say... So they just grabbed their pants and ran out of the house thru the front door, not even stopping to get dressed!
Then my "blushing bride" turned her attention to her 18 year old cousin...
The younger Amber didn't, couldn't, say a word as my wife tore her a new ass hole! I finally was able to calm her down, using some of my funniest jokes from my days as a stand-up comedian. I've always used humor to diffuse touchy situations. It had served me well in the business world, as well as my personal life.
"Oh, Chris. What're we gonna do with her?" my wife asked of me, after sending our house-guest off to bed.
I just smiled and, kiddingly, suggested that we should tie her up and beat her into submission. My wife's face lit up like a Christmas tree. And the scary thing was, I liked the idea of it, too.
Amber, my wife, decided the next day to fix up two of the bedrooms in the guest house.
In one room, she put chains and shackles and all mannerisms of S&M paraphernalia. In the other she just put padding up all over the four walls, with a single chain hanging from the ceiling.
She finished all of this in under a day. I was instructed to leave her alone until she was finished. And to keep little Amber away from the Guest house until she was done.
When my wife sets her mind on something, she'll move Heaven and Earth to get it done.
It was 3:00 in the morning when my wife woke me up, saying nothing but, "Its time."
I didn't dare ask what she meant after seeing the serious look on her face. I instantly knew! And my penis got immediately erect! And it stayed that way for the next three days...!
Little Amber didn't know what hit her. My wife just kicked open her door, waking her up from a sound sleep, and started wailing on her ass cheeks!!!
I turned on the light in the room there and saw a really big mess. Clothes everywhere. Papers, garbage, food scraps; the place smelled like a garbage dump. No wonder her last boyfriend kicked her out. She was a total slob. Move over "Oscar Madison..." Here comes Cousin Amber!
Little Amber was crying loudly as my wife kept up the assault on her buttocks! Then she dragged the little slob, by the hair, all the way down the stairs, across the property, to the second floor of the Guest house. Little Amber was cussing and screaming the whole way: "You bitch let go of me you bitch ow that fucking hurts you fucking bitch let me up and i'll kick your ass you fucking bitch..." When she said, "Chris you dickless prick aren't you going to help me," I got pissed at her myself, and helped my wife. I grabbed a handful of hair and, twisting her arm behind her back, I smacked her ass a few times myself. I enjoyed it, too. I wasn't sure the little slut needed this kind of punishment before. But I sure as hell thought she deserved it now.
Once inside the small house, we dragged the little bitch up the stairs and into the padded room, where I got my first look at my wife's handiwork. I must say, I was quite impressed!
There was nothing but dark grey, soft paneling all over the walls, the floor and the nine foot high ceiling. There was a single light-bulb in the ceiling at the far corner from the door. And, there was a rickety, old-looking, wooden chair in the middle of the room. Attached to the chair legs, were leather cuffs, which gave me the chills when I thought of my dear, sweet, little, young wife conceiving of such punishments; much less, the fact that we were going to carry them out, right now! On her cousin, no less!
I knew better than to ask her about any of this, but suggested, half-jokingly, that we really needed to talk later. She got my refference to the comedy we'd watched the week before and smiled, saying, in her best English accent, "Just wait...It gets better!" English accent or not, I realized that my wife was, in her previous life, either a nazi Gestapo interogator or the frickin' Marquis du Saade, himself! She was enjoying herself way too much!!!
Little Amber was, literally, thrown into the chair, and shackled at the ankles! Then my wife told me to flip the left switch, just outside the door of the room. Upon doing so, I saw a ceiling panel silently open up and a chain, with two shackles attached to it, slide downward to the center of the room, just above the little Amber's crying, heaving body.
