The Perfect Loving Wives Story

WARNING, CONTAINS: Humor (in trace amounts), Loving Wives, Incest, Anal Sex, BDSM, Lesbian, Interracial Sex, Mature, Transgender, Voyeurism, Fetish (pee and chastity belt), Non Con, Non Human, Mind Control, Gay Male, First Time, Group Sex, and Sex Toys (dildo).

Easter Sunday I was doing Mescaline shots and listening to Steve Goodman's 'You never even called me by my name' on the stereo ...

"Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison ... "

It struck me - like a bolt of lightning. Right then I knew that I could write: "the perfect 'Loving Wives' story!"

They had grown up together, and married right after attending a religious high school where they had been told to "save themselves for marriage," and that "sex was for procreation - not recreation." Then together they created a "students for chastity" club in college. He received his MBA in only nine months - because he had so much pent up energy from never having sex with his new wife - and because the school's board of regents waived 34 rules: "to get them the hell out of here."

They moved to the big city where he got a job for PNZ-International, a financial services firm. She suggested that her brother move with them. He served as his brother in law's personal secretary. His duties included running the household, preparing meals and being the chauffeur. His sister considered him to be a wonderful driver, what with 8.5 thick inches that he was willing to share with his younger sister whenever her husband was at work.

It was great stress relief for the two siblings, and she didn't see it as cheating. After all she had promised her dad at the Chastity Ball not to have "sex" with anyone - ever. Her school's sex-ed consisted of: "sex gets you pregnant - so don't do it." She didn't see it as incest either, since incest was sex. Her brother was just "making her feel good" by sliding his nice fat dong up her ass most mornings after they had kissed each other over and over again in "their special places."

The husband had a really good job on 'The Street.' He got investors to give him money - that he kept a hefty percentage of. Distributing the remainder to his bosses and all of the firm's previous investors in the form of 'dividends' that were pegged to exceed the "current average market return." The work kept him pretty busy, which was good because his wife was enjoying the big city and she advocated: "waiting a bit to have kids."

There were lots of things to do in the big city, museums, parks, BDSM clubs ...

She discovered "Whips" by accident, thinking it sold non-dairy dessert toppings. But once inside she had an educational experience. Even as she was tied to the Saint Andrews Cross and having her breasts caned by the large man in the suit - made of metal rings and leather straps - while his wife kissed her in her "special place" - just like her brother did most days - that wasn't sex either. She had gotten an "A" in biology. She knew that so long as spermatozoon and ovum never came together it wasn't sex. And only sex was cheating.

She came to the big city from a from a rather sheltered background in a posh suburb and was still learning about things that she hadn't been exposed to. So she made a few mistakes along the way. For instance: a "swap club" was just like a "swap meet," wasn't it. Well, apparently it was not.

When she tried to get in she found that they only let people into the club in male-female pairs for some reason. There was a distinguished looking older black man with graying hair standing just outside the door. He was alone too. So she asked him if he wanted to go inside with her. People just weren't friendly in the city like they were back home. He was so surprised, when she said that she was serious, that he blew the coffee he was drinking right out of his mouth.

She wanted some tchotchkes, stuff like Mrs. Rubin, her neighbor had. The older gentleman said he'd never heard of tchotchkes at a swap club. He was looking for something called "poontang." He almost fainted when she said once they were inside they could try to find both together.

But then once inside she realized that 'clubs' and 'meets' were two very different things. People were ... Well ... Some of them were naked and others were ... Well ... Then a tall, naked lady, with green eyes, porcelain skin and red hair walked up and she asked the older gentleman if he had: "a deadly black mamba hidden away in those pants."

"Why yes ma'am I do," he said, "would you like me to get it out so you can pet it?"

The wife began to bolt for the door. In doing so she bumped into a husky lady in a floral print dress.

"What's wrong," the husky lady asked.

The wife replied that she had no idea her new companion was: "smuggling a snake into the swap meet."

The lady in the dress laughed, and held the wife's hand in both of hers, as they sat down on a small leather sofa together.

"I like you, you're funny," the husky said.

As they sat, the two watched the erotic 'cinema' play out before them. It was beautifully graphic, a festival of high-contrast colors. They were watching the older man's long jet black penis with its slightly lighter head slip into and out of the tall, 'whiter than white,' woman's wet, pale pink labia just beneath a heart shaped bush of flame red hair.

As the two watched, they talked, and the husky lady explained that she was transgender.

"What's that?" the wife asked innocently.

It turns out that the husky lady was in her process of transformation. She disrobed slowly to let the wife see exactly what that meant. The woman had large breasts - bigger than the wife's in fact - but she also had a sizable penis.

"Would you like to have sex?" the woman asked.

"Oh, no, thank you, that would be cheating," the wife said, "but we could kiss each other's 'special places' like I do with my brother. That always feels nice"

"I like you, you're funny," the husky said again.

They kissed each other's 'special places,' and then the husky lady slid her penis in and out of the wife's ass too, and it made both of them feel really, really, good.

When the wife got home from the 'swap club' it was much later than usual and she was a sticky mess. Her brother helped her to get cleaned up - after she peed on him in the shower like he enjoyed so much - but that took longer than expected as well.

The wife was on her knees, on the carpet beside the bed. Her brother, who was completely naked, had just finished patting her dry. The wife had her mouth wrapped around her brother's "white mamba" - as she had just recently learned to call it - a he lovingly stroked her and cradled her head.

The husband snapped when he entered the bedroom, WHAT THE HELL! He stepped up quickly and he punched the brother right in his nose. Damn, thought the husband, he was just like Popeye the Sailor Man. All of that pent up sexual energy went directly to his right bicep and he delivered a single, knockout, blow.

As her brother lay motionless on the floor the husband grabbed his wife. He had never touched her in anger or frustration before. Now he felt both. He wasn't Popeye any more. He was Bluto, and he was taking what he wanted. He slapped his wife hard. Then he threw her down onto their bed, and he ripped her dressing gown off

She couldn't believe it. Her husband was like a different man. At first she was appalled. They were fucking. Fucking like animals, or worse, non-church goers. This wasn't what she wanted. It was unseemly! Uggh! Doing it in the DAYTIME! With the blinds OPEN, and the bedroom door UNLOCKED! She was ... Was ... Oh my ... Losing her virginity after three years of marriage.

What she didn't know was that just that morning, her husband - after he found out about a Securities and Exchange Commission investigation of PNZI - had been so distraught that he had walked to the big retaining wall by the bridge. His plan had been to throw himself down upon the rocks below rather than face failure.

*** SEVERAL HOURS AGO ***

As he looked over the edge, and thought about jumping, an alien spaceship landed in the adjacent ballfield. A tall thin green dude with an enormous head, purple dreadlocks, and tickets for that night's performance of 'Hamilton,' got out of the spacecraft and asked for directions to the Met.

"What do I care?" the husband said, "I was just about to kill myself."

This does not compute the alien thought, and he immediately scanned the husband with an alien sensor.

"Ah, I see. You have a small penis," the alien said.

"Yeah ... Well ... Fuck you ... And the spaceship you rode in on ... Too," he said to the alien.

"We can fix that," the alien said.

"What?"

"We can make your penis bigger."

"Really? How?"

"Does it matter?"

So, in a public park, under an alien tech 'cloak of invisibility,' the husband got naked with the three green dudes. As they butt fucked him they hypnotically chanted in unison. "You want an alien dick in your ass, You are happy because you have an alien dick in your ass. Your penis grows in length and girth because you enjoy having an alien dick in your ass."

*** BACK TO THE PRESENT ***

She was amazed. Most of the time he had been like three inches erect, although he was a far more impressive 7.5 centimeters on that trip they had taken to Montreal last year. Now he was a good 12 inches and thick. Her brother would be so disappointed because she wouldn't need him to satisfy her anymore.

Even the sting of the slap - and the fact that he tore a very nice Rossario dressing gown and knocked her imitation Louis Vuitton handbag on the floor - before he forced her down onto the bed faded as his gigantic prick plunged deep enough into her to puncture her hymen. She orgasmed uncontrollably in the overwhelming pleasure caused solely by the single thrust of his huge dong.

"There are going to be some changes around here," he said.

"Yes, sir, anything sir!" she said.

"Your brother needs to find a new place to live."

"Unless you want to make him your bitch, dear," she said.

"What's that?"

"Something that I learned about today, dear. I'll explain it right after you fuck me again."

So the three lived happily ever after.

The wife thereafter locked in a shinny Neosteel chastity belt with three inserts except for those times when she needed to "go number two" in the bathroom ... Or those times when she was pegging her husband or her brother with a gigantic double ended dong they bought from the Literotica web store - it was highly rated and promptly delivered to them in a discrete brown cardboard box.

And when the guys with the purple dreadlocks came to visit, which was every time there was a new first run live performance on Broadway - just who do those guys know to get tickets anyway - everyone got to chant: "I want an alien dick in my ass, I am happy because I have an alien dick in my ass."