SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 2010.
I followed Max to the cellars in some trepidation, not knowing what he had in mind. In the first of them, a sort of anti-room, I soon found out. Max led me to the steel door beyond which stretched the cellars proper, and opening the square shutter which served as a small window invited me to take a look. The spectacle which met my eyes caused me to gasp loud enough for the occupants inside to turn and look at the door.
Marie was chained to the wall, naked but for torn and laddered stockings hanging loose on her legs, legs that were held wide apart by the chains attached to hooks in the wall. There were four guys in the cellar, none of who I recognised, and given the fact that they were all naked and sporting erections their intentions towards my wife, helpless and vulnerable, was plain to see.
"Good we're in time," Max hissed. "Due to your lateness I thought we might miss the show."
Held up by unexpected roadwork's I'd been about twenty minutes late reaching the hotel.
"These guys are going to fuck your wife while she's chained to the wall. It's a favourite fantasy of hers," Max informed me, which is the first I've heard of it.
"Marie has lots of erotic fantasies and I'm going to enjoy helping her realise them," Max went on. "But even more importantly I'm going to enjoy making you watch your wife's depravity."
"And I'm going to help make sure the slut's well and truly degraded," Miss Walker spat venomously in my ear, startling me as I hadn't realized she'd joined us.
"Many, very many guys will have shot their loads inside the slag's greasy and smelly holes, front and back, by the time I've finished with her. Particularly your wife's tight little bum hole, which won't be so tight when it's been pounded by hundreds of cocks!" Miss Walker jeered.
It can't be denied that Marie's excitement was plain to see as she stared hungrily at the guy directly in front of her as he stood stroking his erection. The two flanking her each sucked a nipple while fingering my wife's vagina in unison. At that point the fourth guy contented himself in taking photos.
"It's your randy wife who wants a photographic record," Max hissed.
"Go on then Frank her cunt's open and dripping, give it to her," one of the guys said, stepping aside.
"Oh god yes, yes yes!" Marie screamed when the one called Frank drove his penis into her with a force that lifted my slightly built wife up on to the very tips of her toes.
As Frank's penis continued driving in and out of her Marie's bottom was being forced up and down against the brickwork, any pain only seeming to excite her further.
"The sluts arse will know about it by the time these guys have finished with her," Miss Walker crowed as we watched Marie being lifted off her feet by every thrust of Frank's penis into her.
Despite the pain which must have been caused by her bottom rasping against the rough brickwork my wife was clearly loving every minute of it, barely giving Frank time to withdraw before yelling, "Next."
"See what a whore you're married too," Max hissed contemptuously when Marie again yelled excitedly as the second penis slammed her up against the wall.
"A slag who drops her knickers for all and sundry," Miss Walker added contemptuously.
As time passed I couldn't really see what was happening to Marie, flanked as she was by two guys, a third fucking her while a fourth waited his turn, penis in hand. I could hear her though and my wife's wild and lusty cries plainly excited Miss Walker who crowed, "The skin on the slut's arse will be ripped, torn and bloody, the way she's being rammed up against the wall."
It was true that my wife's petite form was being forced upwards by every penis thrust, the pressure lifting Marie off her feet, and she would have undoubtedly fallen but for the chains securing her to the wall.
By the time the fourth guy was fucking her Marie's cries had become pitiful to hear, much to Miss Walker's pleasure, but her state of high excitement remained apparent. She even seemed to revel in the pain inflicted on her bottom as it was forced against the rough brickwork time and time again by the succession of guys fucking her.
It was while Marie was being released from her chains that Max opened the door and led me through into the next cellar, my bra and panty clad body provoking the guy's amusement.
"This is the cuckold I told you about. Take a look at his tiny cock."
Max hooked my panties to one side revealing my genitals and provoking more laughter.
"Did you ever see such a tiny willy," Miss Walker jeered, setting off another round of derisory laughter.
"Take a look at your wife now these lads have finished with her, cunt gaping and spunk dripping down her thighs," Miss Walker said, pushing me towards Marie.
Released from her chains Marie turned so that we could inspect her torn and bloodied bottom; Max asking her if she'd enjoyed it.
"Oh god yes, it's was an incredible experience."
"You'll have to go on top for sex 'till your arse heals," Max commented.
"No problem, you know how much I like to ride a guys cock. Particularly yours," my wife replied.
"Not any more sweetie, Max is mine again now. But we all know that any old cock will do for you and your going to get plenty, believe you me," Miss Walker said as she slid an arm possessively around Max's waist, the malice in her voice clear.
He laughed, turning his complacent smile my way, before unzipping his trousers and urging Marie to suck him off.
"Just one last time to humiliate the wimp," he explained to Miss Walker, who didn't look any to pleased about it.
"Doesn't need much encouragement does she? Bet you wish it was your cock receiving the treatment Perkins," Max taunted, when my wife took his penis between her lips.
With his clothing down to his knees Marie gripped Max's bared buttocks as she worked on his genitals. It was inevitable that I should humiliate myself in front of the four guys by masturbating as I watched my wife licking and sucking his balls, Max in turn watching me with a supercilious smile on his face. She was fingering Max's anus while sucking ardently on his penis when I came in my hand, sparking more contemptuous laughter from the guys. He came soon after; flashing me a triumphant grin, as with his penis deep down my wife's throat she eagerly sucked the last drops from it.
Next it was my turn to be chained to the wall, but facing it. Of course I knew what to expect when Max pulled my panties down, but still howled when the first blow was delivered to my exposed buttocks.
"That's it lads, take your belts to the wimps arse and show him no mercy," Max urged before he and Miss Walker left, supporting Marie between them.
The four guys took him at his word, lashing my defenceless buttocks for what seemed an age, beating me from either side and replacing one another periodically. When it was finally over I hung from the wall whimpering in my pain and humiliation, the guys jeering and taunting me about how much they'd enjoyed fucking my wife.
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 31, 2010.
Yet another shocking event this evening with Miss Walker's presence, her vindictive pleasure in watching and actively encouraging the proceedings somehow making it seem so much worse.
On arrival at the hotel we were met in reception by Miss Walker, whose gloating and smug demeanour when telling us to follow her should have forewarned me that something out of the ordinary was going to happen. Her open contempt for me is one thing, actually I suppose I lap it up, but her disdain for and vindictive attitude towards my wife is something else.
Miss Walker makes no secret of her avowed aim to get back at Marie in any way she can for the loss, however brief and temporary it may have been, of Max affections.
"In there and strip, both of you," Miss Walker said, opening the door to one of the larger rooms. "Place your clothes out here in the corridor when completely naked."
With that she turned on her heel and left.
Marie of course had no hesitation in undressing and placing her clothing in a tidy pile outside the door. I on the other hand hesitated, concerned about leaving my clothes out in the corridor at the whim of any hotel guest who happened along.
"Go no, you know you have to do as she says," Marie pointed out, Max having made it very clear that we show Miss Walker the same total obedience as we do him.
I reluctantly undressed and added my clothing to the pile outside, although retaining my wallet as a precaution.
Naked, we waited, both wondering what they had in store for us. For once Marie was as much in the dark as I. Inevitably I developed an erection gazing wistfully at my wife's naked form.
"That won't do you much good!" Miss Walker jeered, spotting my erection when she suddenly entered the room.
"Here she is then lads, the tart with her cuckold husband in tow," Miss Walker said as introduction to the three black guys who filed into the room behind her.
I flushed crimson to see their grins when the guys saw my erection but they quickly transferred their interest to Marie.
"A sweet little thing," one of them drawled in an American accent, wasting no time in taking my wife's breasts in his hands.
"Yea, a picture of innocence," another drawled, kneeling and licking her bottom.
"You wouldn't say that if you saw the speed with which the tart whips her knickers off at the prospect of a cock inside her. See how eagerly she spreads her legs," Miss Walker crowed.
My wife had certainly moved her feet apart with undue haste when one of their hands delved between her thighs.
The third guy, Joel, was undressing with Marie watching intently.
"Lovely!" she exclaimed directly his large and very erect penis was exposed.
"Show your appreciation then girl," Joel said, joining in the laughter at the speed in which Marie dropped to her knees in front of him.
