Note: This is the first episode in a series entitled "April's Story". This story is the fourth part of a four part series. The first three parts: "Brenda and Bobby", "Sandra and Stevie" and "Roxanne and Willie" have already been posted on this site.
"April's Story" can be read and enjoyed on its own, but you will know more about the characters if you go back and read the other three stories first.
The story will be presented as a serial. I plan to post one to three episodes per week until it is completed
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
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Prologue
I'm Dr. Richard Norman. Everyone calls me Ricky. I'm not a medical doctor, I'm an English professor. I teach English Literature and Composition at Maple Hills Community College. Just over a year ago I met and married Julie Gordon. Julie was one of my students. Julie introduced me to her close friends, Sandra Monroe and Stevie Wagner.
Of course if you have been following these stories you already know all that.
You also know that Julie and I live in a group, we call it a family. Our family is made up of six couples. The family owns two houses that are adjacent to each other. Three couples live in each house. Julie and I live with Sandra and Stevie and Roxanne Mitchell and Willie Oliver. The other house is occupied by Brenda Adams and Bobby Franklin, Madeline Conrad and Jamal Wright and April Hansen and Mark Peters.
All of the women in the group are hot wives. They openly date other men. All of the husbands but one are submissive cuckolds. Our wives love us very much, but they tease us, humiliate us, torment us, and make us live as their slaves. They do it because it excites them, they're all just a little sadistic. But that's not the only reason they do it. They also do it because they know we love every minute of it. We're masochists and we're proud of it. The five of us think of ourselves as the as the luckiest men in the world.
Jamal Wright, who is engaged to Maddie Conrad is the one male in the household who is not a submissive cuckold. Jamal is more like a hot husband. He and Maddie both openly play around. We five cuckolds are not allowed that freedom. We're expected to remain unceasingly faithful to our philandering wives.
Since Jamal is not a submissive cuckold, he is also not a slave. The five of us are expected to do all of the household chores. Jamal and our wives rarely do any housework.
All of us either have careers or go to school. We don't really have to, the family shares a multi million dollar fortune that was made in the stock market. We work at our jobs or go to school because we believe it's healthy. We also think its a good way for our wives to meet men.
The newest members of our family are Roxanne and Willie. When your wife openly sleeps with other men, problems sometimes crop up in your marriage. That just happened to Roxanne and Willie.
They were separated for four days. Yesterday all of us helped to get them back together again.
Last night we all met in the parlor at Brenda, Maddie and April's house. Their parlor doubles as the family meeting room. Willie, whose cuckold name is Peewee, wanted to tell us about a traumatic event from high school. That event still haunts him today.
After PW (that's short for Peewee) told his story, everyone started to tell stories from their own past. It turned into a wonderful evening. We all learned a lot about each other and became closer as friends and family members.
At the end of the evening the only one who hadn't told a story was April Hansen. April is a beautiful blond who's married to Mark Peters. When April started telling her story she broke down in tears. We told her that she didn't have to tell a story, but she insisted. She felt it was important for us to hear it.
Since she was so upset, we decided that it would be better for her to wait until this evening to tell her story.
Stevie Wagner, who is a wonderful cook just made us a delicious steak dinner. After dinner, we cuckolds cleaned up the kitchen while Jamal and our wives drank sherry and relaxed in the living room.
Once the chores were done, all of us moved into the parlor. The parlor is a classic old room. PW thinks it looks like something out of an Agatha Christie Mystery.
As I looked around, I had to agree with him. It is a magnificent room. The woodwork is all dark mahogany, the floor is covered by a large oriental rug and the windows are draped with plush red velvet curtains. At one end of the room a small fire is burning in a large mahogany paneled fire place. There are six dark brown leather love seats arranged in a semicircle in front of the fireplace.
Each couple has their own love seat.
On some evenings we have what we call date night. On date nights our wives invite other men for dinner. Our wives and their dates sit at the dining room table and talk and flirt with each other while we cuckolds serve them a five course dinner.
After dinner our wives and their men retire to this room. Here they sit on these love seats and kiss and fondle each other while we bring them after dinner drinks. Once they've had a chance to relax and digest their dinner, our wives and their men retire to private rooms. There they spend the rest of the evening enjoying the pleasures usually reserved for a husband and wife.
Tonight the parlor was being used for its other purpose, a family meeting. Tonight we occupied the love seats with our wives. Tonight our wives were cuddled up to us rather than to other men.
Once we were all seated Brenda looked at April. "Honey do you feel up to doing this tonight?"
April nodded and grabbed her husband Mark's hand. She continued to hold onto his hand as she started her story.
"April's Story"
All through high school I was the perfect teenage daughter. You know what I mean. I played volleyball, basketball and softball. I studied the piano, maintained an A average in school, obeyed my parents, followed their curfews, went to church every Sunday and most important of all I was a virgin.
In high school I always had a boyfriend. That was important. You needed someone to take you to the dances and parties.
Those poor guys, I feel sorry for them now. I was an ice queen. If I dated a guy for a month and he took me to a big dance, I might let him get my bra off and fondle my breasts; but that was it. I think I was the cause of a lot of cases of blue balls when I was in high school.
In college, I picked up right where I left off in high school. The first thing I did was find a boyfriend.
I went to Kelroy. It was an expensive private college. There were lots of rich kids there. I wasn't one of them. My father was a teacher. He was a wonderful man and we always had food on the table, but we weren't wealthy. I was able to go to Kelroy because they gave me a full academic scholarship.
When I started as a freshman I was a little overwhelmed by the rich fraternity boys. My first boyfriend, Brad Stewart was one of those guys. He was a sophomore. He was very cute. He was a fraternity stud. He drove a Porsche. All the girls in the dorm envied me because I was dating him.
There were a lot of rich fraternity guys like Brad at Kelroy. I later discovered that most of them were stuck up assholes.
I turned 19 in October. Brad took me out for pizza for my birthday dinner. It wasn't fancy. I didn't care. We were young, pizza was a big favorite for both of us.
As soon as we were done eating we went back to Brad's fraternity house. His roommate was at home for the weekend. We had the room to ourselves.
Brad and I had been making out since we started dating, but that was all we were doing. He was pressuring me hard to go further. I don't respond well to people who put pressure on me to do anything. I never have. I'm pretty independent. If it had just been Brad trying to talk me out of my panties, I'd probably still be a virgin today.
It was the girls in my dormitory that got me thinking about going all the way. In my dorm I heard all kinds of stories about the wonders and excitement of sex. Every night girls came back from dates talking about sucking cocks and getting laid. I was starting to feel funny about still being a virgin. It seemed like I was the only one in the school. The afternoon of my birthday, I made the decision that I was going to change all that. That night I was going to lose my virginity.
Brad had a bottle of vodka and some orange juice in his room. We sat on his bed and drank screwdrivers. I'd never done much drinking. The screw drivers went down very easy.
It wasn't long before I had a nice warm feeling from the alcohol. I wasn't drunk, but I was very relaxed. When Brad kissed me I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue. A tingle of excitement rippled through me when he put his hand on my breast. In the past alarms always went off in my head when a guy did that. I was afraid to let go. I was scared that things might get out of hand. But not tonight, tonight I wanted things to get out of hand. Tonight I wanted to go all the way.
I gently removed Brad's hand from my breast. He started to protest. He thought I was stopping him. I wasn't. Instead I stood up and stared into his eyes while I slowly pulled my top over my head. His protest quickly turned to an expression of dumbfounded amazement.
I wasn't wearing a bra. Brad's eyes focused on my bare breasts. All of you have seen me naked. You know I'm not exactly buxom. It wasn't like he was looking at a set of double D's. I'm a B. Still, this was the first time that Brad saw my breasts. This was the first time that any guy saw my breasts.
Brad was speechless. I found myself enjoying this. I grinned at him, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My entire body tingled as I stood in front of him wearing nothing but my underpants.
He was now completely flustered. It was obvious that he didn't know what to do. I smiled. This was the first time I understood the power a woman's naked body has over a man.
I'd already made the decision that I was going to let Brad fuck me that night. I didn't need flowers and candy and I wasn't looking for a seduction. I wanted action. I may have been a virgin, but I wasn't a dainty little flower. I was an all state guard on my high school basketball team. I was a strong young woman. When I decided I wanted to do something, I did it.
I looked into Brad's eyes, lasciviously licked my lips and wiggled my hips while I slowly slid my panties down to my ankles and kicked them off.
