SATURDAY, AUGUST 23, 2008.
Arriving at Joe's I was dismayed to see the short ladder propped against a wall of his lounge, the way it had been three months ago. I hadn't forgotten what happened then! I also saw clothes pegs on the desk next to which stood a grinning Jim.
I haven't met him since the first 'pegs' incident but am aware from Joe's taunts that the fat man has fucked my wife, both vaginally and anally a number of times since then.
Despite a sense of foreboding I pacify allowed myself to be secured to the ladder, wrists attached to a rung above my head, legs tied firmly apart as before. Perhaps inevitably it was the loathsome Jim who began attaching the pegs, starting with my nipples this time, while to my dismay Joe took photos. The pain increased proportionately to the number of pegs being attached to my body.
Pausing in his photography Joe fixed a gag in my mouth to stifle the cries, my testicles feeling on fire by this time with the cluster of pegs which Jim gleefully attached to them, a couple pinning my foreskin for good measure.
If that wasn't bad enough he then took up the plastic ruler to hit the pegs from my body very slowly, thus drawing out the agony of anticipation, while continuously taunting me.
I've known for some time that Joe takes photos of my wife, both alone and in action with either Clive or George. He also has a collection of photographs of himself in action with Marie, taken using a tripod and timer, but this is the first time he's turned the camera on me.
Released from the ladder I literally fell to my knees on the carpet, bathed in sweat. It was only then that I noticed my wife's absence and felt relieved that she'd left the room and hadn't witnessed my torment. However it was unusually quiet above, although admittedly the new bed is quieter than the old, but wondering where she'd gone I tentatively asked Joe.
"Marie's enjoying herself. I'll show you," Joe smiled.
Taking me by the ear he pulled me upright and across to the window, Jim encouraging my progress with strokes of the ruler across my buttocks. The window overlooks the stretch of lawn which passes for Joe's garden, a lawn I've been ordered to cut many times.
Marie was laying on a recliner wearing nothing but a short skirt. There were three men clustered around my wife, none of whom I recognised. Two of the men were running their hands up and down Marie's thighs while the third played with her breasts.
Seeing my astonished expression Joe said, "These guys are old mates of mine who turned up out of the blue from Scotland so I've given them your wife to play with. As long as she's got a cock inside her Marie doesn't care who it belongs to, just so long as it's not your shrivelled up little thing. Your wife's already been fucked by me and Jim today but she still wants more as you can see."
Indeed Marie was now sucking on a guy's penis while down below the other two were simultaneously fingering her vagina!
"Your wife's knickers were off within seconds of being introduced to the guys. She took them off herself," he taunted. "It's the more the merrier with the hot arsed bitch, as you can see."
Marie certainly looked to be in her element, with a penis now in her mouth and two more in her hands.
"Right you've seen enough. While the guys take turns with your missus we'll have some more fun with you. Let's get the wimp up on the desk Jim."
There was no point in resistance as they lifted me on to the desk and tied me down to it. On my back with legs forced apart, I experienced a delicious feeling of helplessness while wondering what they had in store for me. However my feelings quickly turned to ones of dismay when Jim again began attaching pegs to my testicles. Joe lowered trousers and underpants to rub his penis across my face.
"You can probably still smell your wife's cunt on my cock as it's a regular visitor there. I've fucked her hundreds of times," he jeered.
With Jim continuing to torment my testicles with the pegs I was ordered to lick Joe's balls and then his penis, finally taking it into my mouth. By this time we could hear Marie's excited cries mingled with shouts from the men.
"That's it wimp, suck my cock while the lads outside give it to your missus. Three more cocks added to her tally."
At times Joe seems decidedly malicious in his dealings with me and today was one of those days.
"Whack the pegs off nice and slow Jim, then put 'em back on again."
My yelp on the first peg being hit from my testicles was stifled by Joe's penis in my mouth.
"When the lads have finished with Marie you will of course lick all three cocks clean, your role in life these days," he hissed, before removing his own from my mouth to enjoy the yells of pain I uttered as each peg was hit from my testicles.
When the last one had gone however Jim simply reattached them and it seemed to me that he put more on this time.
With Joe now at the window giving a running commentary about his friends taking turns to fuck my wife Jim again hit the pegs off, this time with even longer pauses between each one, really building up the tension. I was in agony, both mentally and physically, but also knew deep down inside that I loved it; as did my tormentors because I sported an erection throughout their abuse of me.
It was while I was being released from the desk that the three guys came in from the garden.
"You're the only one with a hard on. The rest of us relieved ours in your wife's cunt," Joe taunted, provoking their laughter.
Then there came the final indignity when I was ordered not only to lick, but also suck, each of his friend's cocks. I then had to thank them, which I found myself doing profusely, for the pleasure they'd given my wife. Perhaps inevitably Jim decided to get in on the act at this point and I was ordered to lick and suck his balls.
Finally I was sent home alone Marie of course staying the night at Joe's, as were his three friends. I was left in no doubt that they would be having a lot more fun with her in my absence.
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2008.
Dropped Marie off at Joe's before returning for the District Council meeting as usual. This time I was instructed to collect them from the pub afterwards.
I always find visiting the pub a highly embarrassing and humiliating experience with many of the regulars aware that my wife is Joe's mistress and some of whom, according to him, have also had sex with her, and so I entered in some trepidation. Marie was sitting at a table flanked by a couple of Joe's friends while he chatted at the bar. He called me over and 'suggested' that I settle his bar bill, a regular occurrence. Of course I did so before following him to a table with my sparkling water. Using me as chauffeur suits Joe as it means he can drink without the hassle of driving.
Sitting down at a table just about opposite the one where Marie sat, Joe knocked a beer mat to the floor. Bending to pick it up, he paused and said," Here you pick it up, you might enjoy the view."
Puzzled as to what he meant I did so. Glancing upwards I found my eyes level with the underside of the table opposite; the table where Marie sat flanked by the two guys.
Well, under cover of the table her skirt had been pushed high, in fact the hem was out of sight, and the guys each had a hand on her knees. Glancing up I saw the two men smirking at me. Compulsively bending for another look I found myself staring at the thin strip of black material between Marie's thighs, aware that both hands were now travelling up them.
"Unusual to see your wife wearing knickers isn't it. She spends more time without them these days," Joe remarked.
Humiliatingly I was unable to straighten up; I just had to keep watching. Both hands were at the top of my wife's thighs now and one set of fingers hooked her knickers to the side for the other to stroke and probe her slit. After a minute or two they swapped over. I was sweating profusely as I watched the two guys taking turns to finger Marie, chiefly because it was apparent that most of the customers were also aware of what was going on under cover of the table. Despite the humiliation though I had a compulsion to continue watching, particularly as the men were now fingering my wife simultaneously, four fingers probing her vagina.
Eventuall I heard Marie say she needed the loo and the fingers were removed. I straightened up to see her standing and smoothing her skirt down. She flashed me a smile on her way to the loo.
Silence followed her departure until Joe said to the two guys, "Go and see if the lady wants any help lads."
