Norton's wife had attractive but hard features although they were of the sort many men find sexually arousing. She didn't speak at first but stared at me with a smirk that said 'I'm going to dominate you'. Well there was nothing I could do to prevent that! Stood, stained and almost naked, my wrists shackled, arms outstretched I was helpless. For a split second I toyed with the idea of screaming out -- maybe the neighbours would hear me. Sure they would -- they were standing in the room!
So what was there left for me to do other than watch the actions of Mrs Norton as she undid her dressing gown, waiting with glee, knowing for certain that when I saw what she wore underneath I would scream and shriek, and beg that they desist from whatever dirty deeds they had in mind.
The garment worn about her chest (if it deserved such a description), was more of a leather support sling than bra, holding up her quite amazing paps, the nipples erect and prominent; scaffolding for her breasts. Around her midriff was a contraption I had once seen before -- well, in a photograph anyway. I remembered the very day.
"You ought to get one of those!" my husband had said.
The harness was designed so it could take a variety of dildo's, big rubber cocks; swap them around, as was your want.
Brian had left me shocked when he leaned over to whisper to me. "Then you will be able to fuck me instead of me fucking you!"
I was so astounded that I couldn't wait to tell my friend Brenda, knowing that we both would have a good giggle and maybe even collapse in fits of bawdy laughter; though she left me even more gobsmacked!
"He's right, you should get one. Some of those dildo's are double ended you know." Brenda face was deadly serious. She ended the sentence speaking slowly emphasising her words to make sure I really heard. "You could use it on me too -- we could fuck each other."
The images stayed with me for a long time - not unpleasant memories though.
Now here was the wife of my neighbour, casting off her dressing gown -- did she intend fucking me? Who else was there? She was already walking toward me wearing that silly smirk, pointing her nipples at me. I laughed cynically to hide my fear. Mrs N grabbed the hair at the back of my head and scowled, before forcing my face forward so my lips touched hers. She was kissing me now; her hand was feeling between my legs, a finger examined my wet cunt. I could feel her tits rub against mine.
Mrs N is able to go from dominant to submissive at the flick of switch. I know that because she has dropped to her knees and is doing something very dirty -- she is licking up the mixture of juices that seep out of my well-fucked pussy. Her husband likes to see this -- now I have the chance to get a good look at his big penis as he stands watching, wanking. I wonder if Mrs N likes to do this or is she forced to act like this, suffer at his hands - suffer the whip?
My goodness, I can't help but move my hips, wriggle my groin. My word -- she's good! How does that tongue manage to get there?
"You have had an interesting evening," observes Norton dryly.
I feel brave and confident. "And it seems it's far from over!" I say spreading my thighs to allow better entry of Mrs Norton's expert tongue.
"You are a very dirty and depraved woman, not at all the respectable housewife you make out to be."
I wasn't really in the mood to listen to the old man's verbal shit.
"That's why you like me you dirty old twisted pervert!" I said harshly, "That's how you like me!"
For my show of disrespect I received several stinging lashes across my arse cheeks; delivered via a tawse the old man had secreted beneath his gown. True, I had also let rip another cynical cackle of a laugh when the man cast off his gown completely and paced toward me with his dick bobbing up and down -- how comical he looked!
If I had ever wondered just what those stale man- juices tasted like then my curiosity was about to be satisfied. Mrs N had stood up and ignoring how I sobbed over my sore stinging arse forced me again to kiss her lips, passing some of the jism she had sucked up from her mouth to mine.
"Suck my nipples!" she then ordered.
I obeyed -- and she played with mine.
What, meanwhile, was that silly little old man doing for goodness sake -- I could hear him pacing around?
Finally becoming bored (though she appreciated the trouble I took to do the job properly, biting and alternately licking and sucking) Mrs Norton stepped away. Now I could see what was going to come next as the old man handed over a large rubber curved sex toy to his wife. With all the time in the world (well I still wasn't going anywhere) she eased one end of the penis fashioned implement inside her cunt and adopted a dominant stance in front of me wearing that evil grin. Mrs N had come out of her submissive 'lick that dirty cunt' mode.
"I'm going to fuck you!" she said.
I was not going to break down and remained passive as she positioned her body entering me, thrusting her groin forward and cruelly squeezed and raking my nipples as she looked in the eye. Old Norton was not amused by my inactivity and encouraged my hips to move by swinging the three-pronged tawse sharply and regularly across my backside. I cried out and begged for him to show mercy -- which pleased, and excited, his good wife.
The latex penis that invaded my body amply filled my sex hole. Though the lash intermittently snapped across the tender burning skin of my buttocks I maintained a defiant stare that looked deep into Mrs Norton's very soul. I felt the softness of the woman's breasts press against my own, stimulating my nipples. Each time she thrust forward I detected the faint trace of a satisfied smile. Our eyes were locked together but without strain, our mouths were moving sensuously between expressing our delight at the experience of delectable sexual joy and a tongue wiping desire for our lips to make contact. It was an understatement to say that we were both turned on, both amazingly aroused.
Mr Norton, for reasons known only to he, suddenly decided his wife's backside too needed to be chastised and, whilst wanking his cock with one hand alternated the direction of the short whip, east to west, first striking my arse then the well-rounded bottom of his good lady. Our tongues met, drawing together our salivating mouths to join together in the most sexually exhilarating of kisses. Whilst both Mrs Norton and I seemed to be reduced to groaning banshees, enjoying in equal amount the pleasure and the pain, the woman nevertheless gained a measure of extra ecstatic bliss from cruelly squeezing and pinching my tender nipples, causing me to suddenly arch my back, and thereby thrust forward against the rubber dick. That was a motion that in turn increased my own depraved pleasure as it excited my clitoris even more.
When I was suddenly released from my restraints I felt too weak to worry about what might come next and disappointed that the latex cock was no longer filling my hole I sighed before the couple supported my body as I sank to my knees by the couch. Mrs N quickly sat back in the soft upholstery spreading her legs wide, lifting her feet and forcing my face into her wide-open red juicy cunt, commanding me to lick and suck. A sharp command and a slap made me higher my backside shifting to a kneeling position, expecting the feel of the whip.
One, two, three, the whacks came hard across my smarting arse making my butt contract and tighten then relax again but when I counted four it was not the stinging lash that made me recoil but the sensation of penis unexpectedly penetrating anus. True, I was still lubricated from the last invasion though that didn't prevent me from yelling out loud -- only for my outburst to be smothered by the woman who pressed my face hard against her quim.
It came as a shock for me -- Mr Norton from next door was finally fucking me -- I had wondered how that might feel -- but I had never expected it to be up my arse with his wife present holding me firmly in place, my face pressed against her cunt, enjoying the experience as much as he!
Two minutes later the woman dribbled into my mouth as her husband filled my back passage with his sperm; and two minutes after that, they were gone, leaving me sprawled out on the floor. I had, throughout that evening of terrible sexual assault and cruel torture experienced several unbelievably ecstatic orgasms.
The following morning, worn out and mentally paralysed I spent an hour huddled over hot cups of coffee constantly attempting to banish the many images that flashed through my mind's eye. It was gone eleven before I was able to lift the phone and speak to Brenda, but what could I tell her? Certainly I didn't want to mention how I let two strange men actually come into my house or relate what liberties they managed to perform on me. Neither did I want to confess that I had given my arsehole up to the strange old man from next door -- the one we often ridiculed and pitied for his oddness. How would it sound if I said, "Old Norton whipped and fucked me last night"? "Oh and also his wife came round and we both enjoyed a shag with a double ended dildo -- and he whipped her too!"
Well, I phoned Brenda though it wasn't long before I broke down and blubbered and blabbed.
"What the f...." Brenda was never one for showing sympathy, "Look -- I know you saw me in the club yard -- and I certainly saw you. It happened, you have enjoyed a fuck with another man -- or should I say men -- you wanted to be adventurous, and you have been; you'll just have to learn to live with it. You're a dirty sex mad little bitch girl -- just like me!"
Her humour didn't ease me. "Now you look," I snapped, "It's more than that! I know you have your secrets and I don't question you about your habits. Listen to what I have to say and don't criticise or press for more detail -- I don't do that to you. Something else has happened -- I have let something else happen and it's very difficult for me to admit what has taken place. I allowed myself to be put in a position whereby I was forced to submit to spanking and, even worse, a thrashing."
