Vickie had a secret; one that she absolutely could not let anyone ever find out. The attractive 34-year-old had a reputation of being a sophisticated professional trainer, president of the home owner's association, and volunteer with the local school board amongst other things. She was seen by everyone as the perfect wife and mother. Vickie had been married to her 36-year-old husband, Tom, for six years. She had two daughters from her first marriage when she was in her early twenties.
Her secret: She hated men and loved to humiliate them. She thought that she was in love with Tom when she first married him, but her primary reason for marrying him was the money and security that he provided. Vickie worked as a personal trainer at a local gym and she received child support from her first husband, but neither were enough to support both her and her children. And her ex would love to use her inability to provide for the kids as grounds to take custody of her kids. So she needed Tom's income and support. And that was another reason why she resented men: She needed one to survive and that angered her.
Vickie was a very attractive, slender woman with long black hair, a pretty face with bright blue eyes. She barely fit into a B-cup bra on a good day, but the rest of her body made up for any inadequacies she felt about her breasts. Vickie had long, sexy legs and a perfect ass. She loved catching men staring at her at work when she strolled past in her tight leotards. She made sure never to wear a bra so her nipples would be noticeable as well. She enjoyed teasing men at the gym; often embarrassing them when noticing that the bulge in their shorts had increased, always giving a disgusted look when inside she was thrilled to know that they were probably going to jack off thinking about her.
Vickie's sex life was far from normal. She had caught Tom cheating on her four years ago. He had made the mistake of contacting a hooker and having her come to the house when Vickie was at work and the kids were at their father's house. Unfortunately for Tom, Vickie wasn't feeling well and left work early, catching Tom in the act of receiving a much needed blowjob on the living room couch when she walked in the door.
Tom was completely in the wrong, but it could be understandable as to why he did it. Vickie never sucked his cock and she rarely fucked him. Worse for Tom, Vickie used her cell phone camera to take a picture of the affair. Poor Tom was humiliated, lost the money he had paid the whore and never got to cum. Vickie would have divorced him had there been any real chance of getting any significant alimony, but the lawyer she consulted said that they just had not been married long enough for her to expect anything out of a divorce. And Vickie was too proud to let anyone know that Tom had cheated on her.
Instead she took her rage out on Tom. He was already pussy-whipped to begin with, so now things just got worse. He was cut off and suffered insult and verbal abuse for several months before Vickie pushed things farther. For the better part of the last four years Tom has been nothing but a toy to satisfy his wife without ever getting true satisfaction in return.
During the week Vickie would permit Tom to go down on her and get her off, but he got nothing in return. Instead Vickie would insist on watching him jack off for her. She often took pictures of him and chided him for his inadequate cock as she watched him play with himself.
When the kids were away with their father Vickie pushed things farther. Tom would be tied up and played with. She loved to stroke his cock to the point of orgasm only to stop and make him plead for release. She could make this last for quite a long time, keeping him just of the verge of cumming as she toyed with him. Often she would whip his ass and balls, enjoying his cries of pain. She would sit on his face and make him lick her pussy as she came over and over again. Sometimes she would suck his dick, but she would never permit him to cum: That was something that Vickie had never permitted a man to do in her mouth.
Tom would usually be untied and permitted to jack off for his lovely wife, which he would always obediently do. If he was very good she would sometimes jack him off. To Tom this was a reward, but of course once he came Vickie would continue stroking his ultra-sensitive cock making him beg for her to stop. If she was vindictive she would sometimes shove a small vibrator up his ass and use it to force him into an unsatisfying orgasm as his cum would ooze out of his hard cock to Vickie's enjoyment.
Needless to say, Vickie did not want anyone to know her secret. And Tom wanted no one to know as well. He wasn't happy, but he found acceptance in being Vickie's slave.
Unfortunately, Tom's submissive behavior trickled into his job. Soon he was having difficulties and his employer finally insisted that Tom seek counseling. And that's where Eric came in. Doctor Eric Summers was the therapist that Tom went to see. As Tom began opening up Vickie became concerned. Needing to know just what her husband was telling his therapist, she requested an appointment for herself. When Eric refused to discuss Tom, Vickie changed tactics and on her second visit she seduced Eric.
This was easy enough for Vickie. Eric was a handsome man: 6'2", muscular with short brown hair and brown eyes, a sexy goatee and chiseled features. He was also a man who demonstrated control, and that was something that Vickie had to break.
The married therapist knew it was wrong, but Eric wasn't the most loyal husband anyway. He had a fuck buddy named Monique—a pretty black lady with a similar body style as Vickie's—so he found Vickie just too desirable to resist and he willingly let her go down on him in the office, only to have her jack him off onto her small tits. That's when Vickie turned on Eric, showing him the hidden camera that she had in her purse that had captured their sensual encounter. She now had Eric where she wanted him. If he didn't do as she said, she could turn him in for having sex with a patient, thus ending his career and causing his wife to divorce him.
She saw Eric twice after that, each time making him satisfy her with his tongue before jacking off for her while she took pictures of him. Then he would have to tell her everything that Tom had shared with him.
After learning everything that Vickie had been doing to Tom, Eric realized that he had to do something. When she insisted that he come over to their house one Saturday when the kids were out of town he knew that it was now or never. So he called Monique and confessed what was happening and enlisted her aid.
When Eric arrived at her house on a Saturday he was surprised to find Tom tied naked in a chair. His legs were apart and his balls were tightly bound with a leather strap. Vickie was dressed only in a sexy black bra and panties. She ordered Eric to strip naked, showing her husband what a "real cock" looks like: Eric was blessed with a thick, nine-inch cock; a good three or four inches longer than Tom's.
Vickie told Eric and Tom that in addition to teasing each of them mercilessly this day, she was going to make each of them jack off the other for her a number of times. The doorbell interrupted her lecture. Vickie grabbed her robe off the couch and went to the door, unaware of Eric following her. When she opened the door she was surprised when the tall, pretty black woman pushed her way into the house. As Vickie tried to resist Eric grabbed her from behind.
"Let me go, mother fuckers!" She ordered as Eric and Monique dragged her back into the living room where a wide-eyed Tom looked on.
"I think you need a taste of your own medicine!" Eric said as he began dragging Vickie across the room. He grabbed the rope that had been meant to secure him to the chair and, after forcing the robe off of Vickie, tied her hands behind her back, then they thrust her onto the couch and tied her legs as far apart as possible. He then pulled the couch out from the wall and put Vickie's bound arms over the back where he tied another rope to the one holding her hands and ran it under the couch and around to her left leg. Now Vickie was bound helpless on the couch with her legs stretched apart and her ass hanging over the edge of the couch. Ignoring her protests, Eric unsnapped the front clasp of her bra to expose her perky small tits, then he used a pocket knife to cut off her panties to reveal her shaved pussy.
"How do you like being tied up?" Eric asked.
"Untie me know, mother fucker!" Vickie spat.
"Or what?" Eric followed up; grabbing the camera she had on the table he began taking pictures of her. "Will you let everyone see these?"
He leaned over and rubbed her pussy, "You're already wet; it seems a shame to let that nice pussy go to waste."
"Don't you fucking dare!" Vickie hissed.
Eric looked back to Tom, "What do you think, should I fuck your wife?"
Tom's cock was throbbing as he watched his wife bound and vulnerable for the first time. "Fuck yes; she hasn't let me fuck her in four years, fuck that cunt!"
"Four years," Eric said as he turned back to Vickie, "Is that true?"
Vickie refused to answer; she did not want this bastard to know that he would be the first to fuck her in so long. "Please don't." She pleaded, hoping that the change in attitude would change Eric's mind.
"Oh I can't turn this down." He said, handing the camera to Monique as he got on his knees in front of her and guided his thick cock between her legs. "No, don't!" Vickie insisted as his cock pressed into her. "At least put on a fucking condom!"
"No babe, it's bareback for you tonight." Eric said as he pushed his cock into her. Vickie's pussy wrapped around his tick shaft as he sank his pole into her snatch. Vickie groaned in humiliation as for the first time in her life a man was in control. That was worse than the rape! And she knew that there was nothing that she could do about it.
