My Husband Fuced Me Over

This chapter contains oral and lesbian sex, with some bondage thrown in. Allusions to more sex occur. Sam convinces her mother to try some of her toys, to much success. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his help. This is a copyrighted work, and not to be used, copied, or reposted anywhere else, without the author's permission. ©

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2024

My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 16

I Take Matters Into My Own Hands

The evening of my doctor's appointment, I finally tied Pen down to the bed and had my way with her. I needed something to move me out of my despondency, and that seemed the perfect thing. My two other lovers gave me a couple hours of alone time with her, which I used to my advantage. I used toys in her pussy and toys in her butt, sometimes alone and other times both at once.

At one point, I had a vibrating plug in her pucker, the Lush in her pussy, and a small hand held vibrator which I used between her nipples and her clitoris. I wrenched some powerful orgasms out of Pen that way, made more powerful when I told her I planned to use a wooden mixing spoon on her bottom, five swats for every orgasm she had. Naturally, fearing the spoon, she tried to resist cumming with every fiber of her being, yet there was no way she could put it off forever, merely delay the inevitable. The first one she had after I told her that was monumental. I'm afraid the whole house heard her scream when she had that one.

She couldn't hold out that long for the next dozen that she had, so none of them were as spectacular as the first.

"Please stop, Sam," Pen moaned. "I'm so sensitive right now,"

"I still haven't licked you yet," I teased.

"Fine, lick but no more vibrator on the nubbin, please. I can't take it any more."

Well, I kind of did what she asked. The vibrators in her pussy and ass I left on, but I turned the small one off and spent twenty more minutes licking her delicious pussy to one orgasm after another.

"Oh, God. I can't take another one, Sam. You have to stop."

"I guess I could stop. You're up to 95 swats with my mixing spoon." I held it up to show her. "Your ass is going to be so red now, you may not be able to sit down when Greta comes tomorrow."

"Ninety-five! What the fuck!"

"Nineteen orgasms, sweetie. I can't help that you're so orgasmic when I tie you down and treat you like a slut."

"Please, Sam, have mercy, use your hand or something."

"I don't know, Pen. You turned my ass red when you spanked me."

"It was with my hand, for God's sake, not a mixing spoon."

"That is true. You've got me there. Hmmm, what to do? I tell you what; I'll give you a choice: 95 swats with a mixing spoon, or six more orgasms and 20 swats with my hand. Which would you prefer? Or maybe I should just stuff my panties in your mouth and do what I want to do." I held up my panties.

"Six more orgasms," Pen said, quickly, before I gagged her.

"Wise choice," I said. "I've felt a mixing spoon, and it was nasty."

I swung my hips over her face. "I do want some lezzie loving back, sweetie, to make up for the lack of the mixing spoon. Get your little tongue in there and make me happy."

Lowering my pussy over her face, I felt her tongue go to work. "Mmm, so good." I lowered my face and went to town on her pussy. I stopped after six more climaxes.

"Twenty-five orgasms," I said, climbing off after having five delightful climaxes myself. "I sure was good to you. Can I trust you to drape your ass over my lap, or do I have to tie you down again. Actually, I should probably leave you tied down anyway. I'm sure Becky and Robert want to play some too. They were so kind to give me a couple hours alone with you."

"You can trust me to go over your lap," Pen said. "I'm not sure I can take much more playing."

"Nonsense. I'll bet you'd love Becky in your pussy with that nice Lapis, and Robert in your ass with his cock."

"Maybe tomorrow morning. I'm actually feeling a little fucked out."

"Before Greta comes for coffee or cocktails?" I asked. "Ooh, I wonder what she'd think if you couldn't sit down because your heinie was sore from a good Robert fucking?"

"You're evil," Pen laughed.

"Not really. I just need to unwind. I hate my life right now. I hate what it's become. I hate my fucking husband."

"If you release me, I'll hold you and let you cry on my shoulder."

"You don't get to escape your punishment that easily, my love." I released her and gave her a big hug and a kiss. "Over my lap, slut, and take your medicine like a woman."

Pen did her duty and lay down over my outstretched legs. I gave her twenty light love taps, not really hitting her at all, then I rolled her onto her back and held her, softly crying. It wasn't on her shoulder, more like her stomach and soft breasts. She stroked my hair. That's the way Becky and Robert found us, with me crying, half holding Pen.

"What would you like me to do?" Robert asked me.

"Would a good fucking be out of the question?"

"Not at all," he laughed.

"Good. I could use one."

Robert entered me from behind while Becky licked me. It was definitely a good fucking.

******

The morning found me working out as best I could, then cleaning the house, especially important with Greta coming. Mom helped me with my assigned floor. I appreciated the help as I wasn't moving as well as I used to.

"Did I hear someone scream last night?" Mom asked.

"Ahh, so you heard that. It was indeed a scream," I said.

"Did someone get hurt?"

"Quite the opposite. I finally got to tie Pen down to the bed last night. I jacked her up pretty high before her first orgasm, which made it a screamer. Becky and Robert gave me some alone time with her."

"What did you do to her?"

"Well, I had the Lush in her pussy, and you know what that feels like, plus I had a vibrating plug in her bottom, so she was getting stimulation from both at once. Then I had a small vibe that I used on both her nipples and clit, but the thing that made it so good, was I threatened to spank her five swats with a wooden mixing spoon for each orgasm that she had. Not wanting to get that spanking, she tried very hard not to orgasm, which made her eventual release that much better. She ended up with 25 total climaxes."

"You smacked her a 125 times with a spoon? Why didn't I hear her scream from that? How was she sitting down for breakfast this morning?"

I laughed. "Because I was teasing her, mostly, and I didn't hit her with the spoon. I only used my hand, and only twenty, and even those weren't very hard. I threatened her with the spoon because I knew she'd try harder to resist, which is where the fun really is. Having someone who wants to cum so much but tries so hard not to because she's afraid. When you've resisted so hard and finally climax anyway, it makes it so much better. Plus being tied down, and unable to resist anything I wanted to do to her. You should try it some time. You don't have to be threatened with a spoon, just do your best not to orgasm when you're being stimulated. You can use 'Momma's Little Helper' for that. Really, it makes the eventual orgasm you have like twice as good. In fact, you should do it while Daddy's watching you."

"Watch me masturbate?"

"Sure, why not? You should watch him some time too. You really get an appreciation for how someone likes to be touched that way. Maybe, after you show him how you like it, you give him your toy and let him play with it. If Dad can't get it up a second time, it gives him another method to have sex with you the second time. No reason to stop after one and keep right on playing. By the way, how many times did Daddy do you after playing at the supper table a couple nights ago?"

Mom laughed. "Twice, although I had to do all the work because of his arm."

"There you go. He only needs one hand to use a vibrator on you. It might be time to add some bananas, nuts and whipped cream to your vanilla and chocolate sauce."

"You won't be scared if I scream like that?"

"Not as long as it sounds as if you're having fun. You might want to ride him while using a vibrator on your clit. That will definitely get the juices flowing."

"My goodness, you sure do have a lot of ideas about how to have sex?"

"Hopefully, it never gets boring that way."

******

Greta and two friends arrived at 12, just in time for lunch. Mom and I had helped Stephanie slice up some vegetables for snacks and some dainty quarter sandwiches with the crusts cut off. There were tiny dessert cakes called petit fours for dessert. There was a bottle of white wine chilling in the fridge, and fresh coffee in the coffeemaker.

She had two friends with her when she arrived. Their names were Maxine and Sandra. Dad was upstairs with the two children so he wouldn't be underfoot for the kaffeeklatsch. Penelope formally introduced me to the others, then introduced Bonnie and my mother.

"Are they staying with you too?" Greta asked.

"For the moment," Pen said. "Maggie's husband was shot and wounded a couple nights ago, and we feel we can provide more security for them here than elsewhere. Bonnie has been here with her son and husband since their home was burglarized. It didn't feel safe for them to go back home yet."

"Is Mr. Anders still in the hospital?" Sandra asked. "How bad were his injuries?"

"Not bad, as he was only shot in the arm. He's upstairs playing games with the children," I said. "He figured he'd give us privacy since there were no other men here and he felt like he'd be intruding in women talk."

"Does your parent's presence feel awkward?" Maxine asked.

"How so?" Pen asked, jumping in, although I'm sure she knew as well as I did what Maxine was getting at.

I liked that Pen put her back on the spot. "Well,...uh....you know....uh...that Robert had sex with their daughter?"

Pen smiled. "Not for me," she said. "This child will be their grandchild, and I feel like Emma is already our child. It only makes sense we all get to know each other better. We'll be like family now. Maggie, do you feel awkward?"

"How can I feel awkward when you're such a gracious hostess and you're giving us another grandchild. I was beginning to despair of ever having another one. It's certainly preferable to that thief/killer/rapist she was married to before."

"Do you feel awkward, Sam?" Penelope asked.

"How blunt do you want me to be?" I asked.

"As blunt as you wish."

"I felt a little awkward last night when you were tied down and I made you scream so loud my mother could hear your moans of ecstasy, but in general, no, not awkward at all." I smiled sweetly.

Greta giggled. "Ooh, you sound like you're a lot of fun."

"Well, when we're generally confined to the house for our protection, we have to find ways to keep ourselves amused. Just this morning, I was suggesting to Mother some of the things she might want to try with Dad. I think I halfway convinced her to try some fun stuff. I shouldn't want to be the only one having fun. Would you ladies like some coffee or perhaps wine? My delicate condition doesn't prohibit me from helping around the house."

"I'd like wine," Greta said.

"I would too," Sandra said.

"Coffee for me," Maxine said.

"Are you afraid that if you get tipsy, we'll rape you?" I asked. "I generally don't have sex with someone unless they beg for it, right Pen?"

"You sure had me begging last night."

"It's okay, Maxine. Really," I said. "Have a glass of wine. You're as safe here as you can be with mad killers running around outside."

She smiled. "Fine, but just one. I drove."

I squeezed her hand. "Lovely. Why don't you have a seat. We've got some goodies put out. I'll get your drinks."

They all had a seat around the dining table and I got everyone wine, except me and Bonnie, of course. I set out the sandwiches, veggies, dip and some petit fours for dessert. They were all curious about all of the things we'd gone through lately. Of course, the local news hadn't broadcast anything about what happened in Ohio, so that was news to them.

"And you had no clue that your husband was like this?" Greta asked.

"No, and it disgusts me that I didn't know somehow. It's like he learned by watching others how he was supposed to behave, even though none of it meant anything to him. It was all an act."

Pen patted my hand. "She wasn't the only one fooled. Robert hired him and put him in charge of the charity accounts."

"Zeke and I thought he was a decent young man when they got married. I never believed he would ever do anything like this," Mom said.

"He fooled me," Bonnie said, without going into the how she got fooled.

"The people who knew him in his earlier grades at school aren't all that surprised, because he hadn't learned how to act yet," I said. "By the time he finished college, he had it all figured out how to pull the wool over people's eyes."

"And he's been able to arrange all of these attacks against you, despite being locked up in jail?" Maxine asked.

"Yes, and since he's probably already earned the death penalty, he's got nothing to lose by continuing to try. It's no more skin off of his nose if he keeps doing this. Even the fact the other inmates are beating hell out of him for getting their own kind rearrested or killed, hasn't stopped him from finding others to do his dirty work, so, apparently, he's still pretty convincing. Maybe it even encourages him to keep trying, because that's something else he can blame me for, that I'm not dying, and he gets beat up again.

"We can't figure out how he got someone up in Ohio to kill his parents. Are they working for free, or does he still have sources of income we don't know about? It's quite discouraging. I'm so afraid for my loved ones all the time. My daughter can't go out and play. It's a fucking mess. I want it to be over so bad."

"It's too bad the ones who beat him, don't finish the job?" Sandra said.

"Tell me about it. No wonder they're all in jail, they're incompetent," I complained.

They all laughed. "Maybe you need to hire a hitman, Sam," Greta said.

"Would one of you take the job. I'll pay you well," I laughed.

"I have no skills," Sandra laughed, "not for murder anyway."

"I just hang around with the wrong class of people. I need to lower my standards," which got a nice little laugh.

We actually talked for a couple more hours, and we didn't even talk about the asshole. They were pleasant people. I don't know what I expected, but I liked them.

They were getting ready to leave and Greta paused just before she left.

"Pen, we've agreed that you can attend board meetings by Zoom. I told everyone we can't afford to lose someone of your fundraising skills and love and energy for the job. They agreed with me."

"I appreciate that, Greta. Your support means a lot to me."

"It was a pleasure meeting all of you," I said. "It was an enjoyable time, and I need those in my life right now."

Maxine squeezed my hand this time. "I'm sure it will work out at some point."

"It can't come soon enough for me."

******

Since I hadn't spent any time with Emma today, I found her and Billy and I read to them for awhile. Bonnie found me reading to them, and after a half hour or so of listening to me read, she took over. It was pleasant listening to her read to the kids. She was doing a lot of the same things I did, changing her voice for the different characters. I leaned my head against her shoulder and listened briefly, before going to help with supper.

As I was helping prepare supper, Mom asked to speak to me in private.

We stepped away from Stephanie and Pen.

"What's on your mind?" I asked quietly.

"Momma's little helper wasn't one of the things I packed to come here. Could you help a girl out?"

I laughed. "Sure. What do you need?"

"I don't know. I don't know what I don't know, you know?"

"You're claiming ignorance then?"

"Yes."

"Come with me. Ladies, we'll be back in a few."

I took Mom to our bedroom and showed her our collection of toys. She didn't know what a lot of them did, which wasn't surprising to me. I hadn't known what some of them did either, the first time I saw them.

"My goodness, you have a lot of sex toys."

"Four people, and we all had some before moving here, and we moved all of the good stuff when we came."

"Nobody is going to be freaked out if I use their things, are they?"

"Not as long as you wash it before you return it. These can all be washed in a sink with a little soap and water, although this one," I held up the Max2, "you remove the lining inside to wash, not immerse the thing in water."

"What is that one?"

"It's a male masturbator toy."

"With three women, why would you need that one? Are you all on the same menstruation cycle?"

I laughed. "I'm not menstruating at all as long as I'm pregnant. It's so we can play long distance. It's like the Lush3 you wore at supper. It can be controlled by a remote, so if Robert was on a business trip, he wouldn't have to play by himself. One of us could control it from across the country. It also syncs with a female toy so that what the girl is doing on one end, affects what's happening to the boy on the other, and vice versa. We haven't had much of a chance to play with that one yet, since no one's gone anywhere, though we did try it out to see how well it worked."

"Ohhh! I could see where that would be fun. So, what would you recommend for me?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I was thinking of what you said when you made Pen scream, and, uh, maybe something on my clit while I was riding Zeke."

"Well, almost anything that vibrates can be used on the clit, so why don't we do this. This is a vibrating butt plug. It's not very big, so it's a good one to start with. Here's the remote to use with that one, and some lubricant to use when you put it in. You can use it in conjunction with this toy," I handed her the Nora rabbit vibrator, "which stimulates the clit with the small prong, and the g-spot with the bigger prong. If you're not aroused when you start, use lube to insert that as well.

"Now you could use either of those toys without Dad, and have a good old time on your own, but don't. The best time is when you play together. Let Dad use the pink one on you. Or, have the vibrating plug in your bottom when you have sex with Dad. Because it's taking up some of the same space down there, it makes Dad feel even bigger, and the vibrations stimulate both of you at the same time. It's like it turns his penis into a vibrator.

"In the alternative, you could use the plug in Dad while you give him a blow job. It will be a massive orgasm, because it stimulates his prostate, which provides the seminal fluid, so keep a towel handy, or be prepared to swallow a lot. Or, while you ride him, you use the small part of the pink vibrator on your clitoris at the same time. He feels some of that vibration inside of you as well, but not as much because it goes through bone, but your orgasms will also stimulate him."

"And the screaming part? How does that work again?"

"That's a form of edging. You can't cum when you want to. Either of you has to stop before you reach orgasm, and let it bleed off a little before continuing, or you have to try like hell not to orgasm. The threat of the wooden spoon spanking was what Pen strained so hard to avoid, so that's why it was so effective. As much as she wanted to cum, she tried not to. That's harder to pull off without the threat of something painful, but you can try it yourself. Just do whatever you can to hold off from having an orgasm as long as possible. When you can't hold off any longer, no matter what you do, that's when the big one hits you. It's probably easier to pull off yourself, as you can combine those things. You know when you're going to cum, Daddy might not recognize it and stop soon enough, although he can learn how to recognize the signs of an impending orgasm, or you can tell him to stop before you cum, but it's hard putting a stop to it yourself, because by that time, you really want to cum."