SATURDAY, MAY 24, 2008.
I've developed a hearty dislike of the malevolent George who, at Joe's invitation, continues to humiliate and chastise me in front of Marie. To my utter dismay George has now become a regular participant, being invited by Joe to fuck my wife a couple of times a week; to help satisfy her needs he says.
However, I have to admit that something about my treatment by the men does have a disturbingly exciting affect upon me. It's troubling that I now seem to need such abuse and often masturbate in front of the men following and, even more humiliatingly, sometimes during their abuse of me!
Today they were both waiting for me when I arrived, naked as usual and feeling cold from my walk up the cart track. Despite the sunny day there was a strong cold wind blowing. With George taunting me and slapping my buttocks with the cane I was shepherded into the lounge where a half naked Marie reclined on the settee.
Oddly, there was a short ladder leaning against the wall but I soon discovered its purpose. Ordered to stand with my back to it I passively allowed my wrists to be tied to a rung of the ladder above my head, baling twine being used for the purpose. Next, ankles, knees and thighs were all secured to the uprights, thus forcing my legs apart. I have to admit to a delicious feeling of helplessness, and was fully erect.
However the feelings quickly turned to alarm when Joe began lightly tapping my testicles with a plastic ruler. He stood to one side ensuring I could see George stripping off beside the settee on which Marie could be seen eagerly slipping out of her knickers.
"Me and Clive both fucked your wife last night but see how eager she is for some more," Joe hissed in my ear.
Despite the occasional slaps to my testicles I remained erect at the sight of Marie's nakedness provoking more derision from Joe.
"Your wife's only happy when she's got a cock inside her, any cock as long as it's not this tiny little thing," he jeered, giving my erection a slap with the ruler.
"He's still got a hard on George. Seeing as how I've got the ruler how long do you think it is?"
"Not nearly long enough to be of any use to me," I heard Marie murmur, to my shame.
"Not much above two inches, I should think," George speculated.
"Not far out. His cock's a bit less than two and a half inches fully erect," Joe told him; laying the ruler alongside my penis.
They roared with laughter at my expense, George flaunting his own penis which was now erect following Marie's oral stimulation of it.
"Still your cock hasn't seen the inside of your wife's cunt for years so it doesn't really matter does it," Joe taunted.
My affirmative nod provoked more laughter.
Perhaps the excitement of the situation was getting to George because he was still wearing his tatty looking vest when he mounted Marie. She flung her legs wide and gave vent to the familiar yelp as she was penetrated.
"That's it; we'll keep your wife's cunt well oiled while this little thing shrivels up through lack of use," George hissed in my ear, giving my penis another tap with the ruler.
Despite the repeated slaps to penis and balls I remained erect as I watched George fucking my wife. Joe made sure I had a clear view and my eyes were riveted on George's scrawny backside bobbing up and down between Marie's thighs.
Later one of my wrists was untied so that I could masturbate while watching Joe's rather more muscular backside, doing likewise. Despite George's contempt I quickly came in my hand.
"I left my spunk deep inside your wife's cunt," he jeered.
Later, and to round off a particularly humiliating evening, I was ordered to lick both men's cocks while Marie went for a shower.
She stayed over as usual, Joe ushering me out with the words, "Back to your cold and empty bed wimp, Marie will be keeping mine warm tonight."
He went on to remind me that my wife has been his mistress and plaything for a year now.
"A year of wriggling on the end of my cock while you go without," he mocked.
With my wife spending practically every weekend at Joe's I'm aware that Clive, and more recently George, are fucking her regularly but more disturbingly I'm pretty sure other men have also been getting in on the act. Joe drops crude hints to that affect anyway. It's certainly true that regulars at the pub know my wife is Joe's mistress. Not that that stops me going in, just the opposite, it seems to add a certain frisson to the humiliation I'm exposed to each time. These guys, some of whom I think may also have had her, know that Joe has fucked my wife literally hundreds of times while I'm not permitted any sort of sexual contact with her.
SATURDAY, JUNE 21, 2008.
No sign of Marie when I arrived at Joe's. However, while he and George dragged me to the desk and tied me face down over it, I began to hear her cries emanating from the bedroom. Seeing me raise my head to listen, Joe said, "Guess who's fucking your wife at the moment."
"Clive presumably."
"Wrong, he gave her one last night, same as I did," Joe grinned.
"Who is it then?" I asked, concerned now.
"Jim," he told me, mentioning a neighbouring farmer. "He did me a favour when my tractor broke down so the least I can do is give him a few goes with your missus in return. After all, her cunt's open house for all who want to use it."
Laughing the men began spanking my buttocks, standing either side of the desk to beat a cheek each.
I'd seen Jim, a rather fat guy of similar age to Joe, in the pub a few times and know him to be married, so at least he won't be inclined to gossip about his extra marital activities.
With Marie's wild cries reaching a crescendo the men paused to listen.
"You'll need a new bed soon boss, by the sound of it," George commented.
Certainly the pounding of the bedsprings above our heads seemed even noisier than usual.
"That's OK; the wimp here can go and buy me one. After all it's his wife's bouncing arse that's wearing it out."
Later the rotund figure of Jim appeared and after laughing to see me tied over the desk, my bottom glowing, said, "Whose going next?"
"Go on George, take a turn," Joe told him, his farm hand needing no second bidding.
"You weren't wrong about this bloke's missus, she's an amazing fuck. It felt as if her cunt was sucking at my cock."
"Well it's had a lot of practice and with a lot of cocks. You're free to use it whenever you want. The wimp here won't object if he knows what's good for him and you never know between the four of us we might manage to satisfy the randy bitch," Joe commented.
"Thanks mate, I'm really looking forward to bum fucking the tart."
"Me, Clive, George and countless others already have. I think the slut likes a cock up her arse as much as her cunt. You'll enjoy spreading Marie's soft bum cheeks to slip your cock up her nice tight little arsehole, although it's probably becoming less tight with all the action it's getting. In fact I think George's giving it to her that way now."
He was right the different pitch and intensity of my wife's yells was a sure sign she was having anal intercourse with the repugnant George.
Listening to Joe and Jim discussing Marie had been a mentally discomforting experience but now my torment was increased by a sharp, pinching sensation on my foreskin. It proved to be a clothes peg and the men continued attaching others to my testicles and buttocks until I screamed and begged them to stop.
Coming to the other end of the desk, Jim seized a handful of hair to jerk my head up.
"Stop whining like a soft girl. While Joe and George have been keeping you in your place down here I've had my cock hard up your wife's cunt," he spat in my face.
With his free hand Jim undid his trousers and I cringed, guessing what was coming. Joe took over holding my head still while Jim held his surprisingly fat looking penis beneath my nose. "You can smell where that's been," he jeered.
Laughing he rubbed his penis all over my face while Joe held my head rigid. Then I was ordered to lick his balls which I did with some repugnance.
Next Jim flexed the plastic ruler in front of me, saying, "Now I'm going to hit the pegs off one at a time and you'll certainly know about it. Finally I shall give your arse six of the best for good measure."
He was right, I did know about it! I literally screamed as each peg was knocked away, the men laughing merrily.
"Told you a bit of S&M was fun," Joe commented Next, Jim thrashed my buttocks with the ruler and I'm sure my tortured flesh received more than the six he'd threatened. While the beating was taking place Joe added to my torment by sneering, "Your wife's mine to use as I see fit and the four of us will be fucking her senseless during the summer, although it will probably take more than us to give the slut what she needs."
Released from the desk I straightened up painfully.
"Fetch your car and drive Jim home. It's the least you can do in return for the effort he's put in with your wife and you."
The men laughed but as I reached for my clothing Joe snapped, "No, you'll stay naked to fetch the car and chauffeur Jim home."
Having left the car at the entrance as I'm ordered to do nowadays when alone, I set out on the walk to fetch it, a blow from the ruler sending me on the way. Surely he wouldn't expect me to drive the car naked on public roads, I speculated as I set out.
Indeed he did but fortunately it isn't far and I don't think anyone saw me but my eyes were darting nervously about during the drive.
When I returned to the farmhouse it was to find George alone in the lounge.
