Dear Shoeblossom,
Last night I was kneeling in the corner after one of Margaux's big parties.Covered in semen and labial juices from one hundred different guests, I was weeping quietly and seriously exhausted.
As I knelt, George Crenshaw, my neighbor, walked by me, buttoning up his coat and snorting. He'd whacked his cock back and forth across my face, and kicked me in the balls before fucking my 23 year old daughter right in front of me.
Danckwerth Dieudonne, my wife's decorator, kicked me as he walked past...I had always suspected him of being her lover, and now I knew!
Mornington and Mimosa Helliwell walked by me, looking away. Mornie, a friend since prep school, worked with me in our corporate takeover of Smithson Yates--we'd played many a golf game together, but now I was just a dog to him!
My mouth and jaw were numb from having sucked dozens of cocks--
I can't believe these guys used to be my golf buddies, the fellows who I traded dirty jokes and sports quips with just before boarding the commuter train.
Now when they see me on the platform, they congregate together and snicker, and I stand alone, my face scarlet with humiliation. I sit alone in a seat, hiding behind my "Wall Street Journal" hearing the comments...
"I can't believe I fucked Earl in the ass...isn't that wife of his hot? She was fun to fool around with...pathetic Earl just watching us wearing that faggoty ass body stocking!"
Several of the secretaries at my office have been invited at various times to witness my humiliation, and they just giggle contemptously as I walk by.
I'm a Chief Marketing Officer a member of the Executive Board and the Governing Council of the Central Division, but who cares?
Last night, I just sat there numbly, listening as Margaux kissed the last guests goodbye, sticking her tongue down my best friend Varnum's throat just for effect.
Varney was playing with Margaux's tits all night--I'm not allowed to touch them, except on Christmas and my birthday, and he more than made up for it, sucking and slurping all over her nipples. It was rather revolting, I thought.
It began at the beginning of our party, everyone was still dressed (except me) and I was passing shumai shrimp dumplings,and I watched, enraged as Varney zeroed right in on Margo, gaping at her heaving white mounds in the low cut red dress she was wearing...
And of course she gave him full access!
My cock kept trying to lengthen in its plastic prison--I won't deny that it all turns me on, but on the other hand, my rectum felt like it had been power-drilled from all the cocks...
Margaux won't even let me sleep in the bed with her anymore, as my anus is so loose from five years of forced-bi sodomy that I leak turd juice onto her satin sheets!
Now, Margaux kissed George goodbye and then looked coldly at me. "Get to work, Earl...there are about a thousand drinks with cigarette butts hanging out of them."
"I'll throw them away, dear." I said, about to get up.
"No you won't!" Margaux said, her voice rising. "Eat them! The garbage cans are too full already."
"I'm-I'm not going to eat cigarette butts." I have a horror of cigarette butts. Seeing one that has been smushed out on a plate of food makes me gag.
Margaux went to the mantel where she picked up her Irish Blackthorn Shilleagh cane. She walked over to me, tapping it in one palm, her breasts heaving.
"Isn't an evening of whippings, forced cocksucking and servitude enough to break you?" she asked, as she descended on me. "Such a shame"
WHACK! WHACK! The Blackthorn cane slashed my bare buttocks, and did a drumroll on my narrow shoulders.
As she chased me with the swinging cane, I began gulping down the various cigarette laden cocktail glasses, piling the cups in one hand.
"How-WHACK-dare-WHACK-you-WHACK-refuse me?" The cane smacked my balls as I ran about, trying to clean up and avoid her surprisingly athletic swings.
You'd think after a night of being fucked and sucking all my male friends, Margaux would be exhausted, but it just wasn't true...punishing me gave her new energy!
Earlier in the evening, I had been tied over a sawhorse for nearly an hour while 39 of my former golf and fishing buddies took turns sodomizing me.
So my joints were a little rusty, but with the Blackthorn slashing at my tender buttocks, I ducked and dodged like a child playing Tag!
Later, after my vicious caning, I finished cleaning up the last of the dishes and plates, and dropped, exhausted, on my knees in front of my dominant wife.
"Poor thing" Margaux said, smiling as she looked at my sweaty face. "Let Margaux make you happy...you deserve it."
Really? She was going to let me lay her, after five hours of sucking dicks and pussies, and having my rear used as the Holland Tunnel?
But no, Margaux led me to the bed, and tied my hands and feet to the bedposts. I lay on my back, looking sad and desperate. It had been a long time since I'd cum!
Margaux unlocked my chastity device, and let my crushed penis out.
It was one of those cock-locks that didn't permit an erection, and it had been eight days since she'd let me out to tease me...so many times my poor wee-wee had suffered trying to erect itself!
As my cock lengthened, Margaux went behind a screen and came out in a tight powder blue body stocking.
Margaux climbed on the bed and began lightly rubbing the tip of my engorged weiner.
"I know it must've been hard sucking all those cocks." she breathed in this little-girl Marilyn Monroe voice. "You're such a little trooper."
Margaux leaned over and gave me a long tongue kiss, and I worked against the bonds trying to rub my cock against her pantied crotch.
"But you did it for me, baby." Margaux ground her stocking covered crotch against my thrusting, bloated, denied penis, chuckling deep in her throat as she saw the frustration in my eyes.
Margaux licked and bit my nipples gently. "Do you like that, darling?"
I nodded. It was much nicer than the mousetraps that had hung on my nipples earlier in the afternoon...when I'd mildy objected to my role in the oncoming party, and she'd put me through a vicious session!
I had tried to protest, and she'd horsewhipped me in the back yard, with the high school girls next door hanging over the fence.
Their father approved of this peeping , saying my slavery was an "interesting sociological experience".
Margaux kissed her way down to my bulging crotch, and then moved her head away, frustratingly, and just stroked and tickled my cock and balls until they felt as if they would die.
"You know this is what you want, honey..."Margaux said as she lit a cigarette and began stabbing it on my sad, bulging penis.
"I was just an adoring wifie when you told me about your perverted desires to have me cheat and torture you...Not that I'd go back now, life is waay too much fun!"
Margaux giggled as I screamed in pain, and punched me lightly in the balls. "You just love it, don't you babe...this is one weird fetish of yours, but I don't mind!"
This was true. Margaux wasn't especially attracted to me, and she'd married me for "Security"...
And when she discovered that she could keep fucking her old boyfriends, and find even more playmates AND didn't have to have traditional sex with me, she went for it, and fast!
Margaux pumped my cock again, getting it harder and harder. At one point she reached out her tongue and touched the tip, just lightly and I gasped.
"Now I want you to go soft, darling, so I can lock you back up in your chastity tube...right now." Of course Margaux kept pumping and giving me boob shots, and I had to...
think about baseball scores. And cleaning the garage...and old women on the bus (Margaux had complete control of my Lexus; I had to bus to work, of course)...
Margaux had trained me to go limp on command...if I didn't, she would give my dick a caning that would have it in bandages for a month...
But I was still a little stiff. Margaux kept rubbing my cock and smiled.
"You have ten seconds to soften up, honey, or I am going to use the iron on your balls...would you like that?"
That was really nasty--did she mean her curling iron or the iron I used to press her tight jeans? I'd had both--actually once the heated curling iron up my ass, and it really was horrible.
What a sadist my wife was!
Finally I went limp, and Margaux laughed. "I guess you aren't that attracted to me"
And she locked me up, and I began crying softly.
How did this happen to me?
