Spanked Housewives Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Spanked Housewives Pt. 02 by belowzero007,belowzero007
This is part 2 of 4 parts. It is best to read Part 1 to introduce the character’s and the setting. Enjoy!

Having all agreed to the terms of their new relationship, Jack turned to face Sarah and Mary and ordered in no uncertain terms, “Strip!”

It being early afternoon and caught off guard, the women hesitated until Jack continued, addressing Tom, “Jeez… already they don’t obey properly. Maybe some incentives are required?” Knowing now what that could mean both women stripped naked as quickly as they could and stood meekly before their new masters, eyes to the floor and with hands clasped behind their backs.

Jack ordered them, “Ok, now upstairs, both of you, to the bedroom.”

The ladies fell in line with an enthusiastic “Yes, sir!” and went up the stairs with the husbands following. Their butts wiggled as they walked up before their men, both still with red blotches and stripes and welts, evidence of the night before.

“On the bed, you two,” Jack ordered and Sarah and Mary lay down next to each other on their backs. “I want to see what you two have been doing behind our backs. You can start now. Pleasure each other.” He and Tom sat in the chairs on either side of the dresser across from the bed, which had a great view of the bed.

Mary and Sarah turned to face each other, their hands moving to caress each other’s breasts before they held each other’s head gently and began to kiss, softly at first and then deeper with tongues passionately entwined in their open mouths. Their hands moved to caress the back of their partner before moving down to press into her crotch, each parting her legs to allow access to the other. They moaned as they continued to kiss, fingering each other with one hand while squeezing breasts and pinching nipples lightly with the other, their hips moving as their legs intertwined.

While they knew they were putting on a show for their spouses under orders, they were sincere in the desire and pleasure they had for each other. Soon the squishing sounds of fingers in wet pussies could be heard along with the moans of both women. Mary parted her mouth from Sarah’s and whispered in her ear, and they separated their legs as Mary rolled over and got off the bed.

She disappeared into her closet and returned holding the same two dildos they had used only a few day’s ago. She handed one to Sarah and positioned herself facing Sarah’s feet so both ladies faces were level with the other’s crotch. They both parted their legs and began to use the dildo they held on their friend. They were both wet enough that they slid right in and in no time they were pumping them in and out. Both women were writhing and moaning in pleasure and began to press their faces into the open pussy before them to lick and suck on her friend’s clit.

It did not take long before both women tensed up and pressed the dildo deep as they licked to reach their orgasms together. When they finally calmed down they both collapsed together in a mass of female flesh, breathing hard and holding each other as they removed the dildos, which glistened with their juices, just like their faces. Sarah turned herself around to hold and kiss her friend gently, once again each tasting her own juices on the lips and mouth of the other.

When they finally looked up at the men, who had watched in silence the entire time, they had removed their pants and were holding their very erect cocks pointed directly at their spouses. Tom spoke with authority, “OK, sluts, enough of that… time to satisfy your masters. On your knees… here… now!”

The women immediately pulled apart and scrambled off the side of the bed. They crawled on hands and knees until there were both sitting on their haunches between their husband’s legs. Almost in unison they reached up and took the erect cock before them in their hands and brought their open mouth down to take it inside. Both bobbed their heads up and down, taking more and more with each attempt, filled with an intense desire to have him deep inside her body, wherever he chose, until the sounds of them both gagging on the cock that had gone down their throat filled the room, and then their sucking in breath as they pulled away to catch a breath.

They drooled from the intrusion and used that to lubricate the cock to take it again and again, deeper and deeper, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and her throat was constricting around his cock as she gagged, eyes tearing as she held herself there for her master’s pleasure.

Their passion and desire did not go unnoticed by their husbands and it only made them more excited and fueled their dominant nature. Each grabbed his wife’s hair tightly and turned her head up, even as her mouth was impaled on his cock, to look up at him and see the lust in his eyes. Both women moaned in pain through the gag that was his cock, but it only increased their own efforts to be the best cock suckers possible and were surprised when they were pulled off the cock they craved by the hair, sucking to hold it inside until it popped out of their mouths.

They were held by the hair with the head of their cocks only an inch away and just out of reach from their open mouths, and both began to try and take it into their mouths again, moaning in disappointment and begging for more, painfully pulling themselves against the hands that held them by the hair. Tom and Jack enjoyed this show of devotion and finally relented, loosening their grips, allowing the women to once again impale themselves on their husband’s cocks.

Still holding them by the hair, the husbands began to fuck their mouths, pressing in and out of their tight throats over and over. The only noise was the slurping sounds as the cocks went in and out and the woman choking as it entered each time, until Jack cried out, “That’s a good cocksucker! Take my cum!”

Holding her fully impaled on his cock, he spilled his cum deep into Mary’s throat, whose eyes were tearing as she fought to breath through her nose. Tom followed almost immediately after hearing his friend, holding Sarah’s face hard against his groin and his entire 7″ down her throat, his cock began spurting cum down her throat.

When the men finished they released their wives heads. They pulled off and fell to the floor at her husband’s feet, disheveled and sucking in air as they struggled to recover from the brutal assault their throats had endured. The women looked at each other across the floor and smiled.

They got themselves up and knelt in front of their husbands, and they said in unison, “Thank you, Sir,” and leaned forward to lick the saliva and remains of any cum from the softening cock before them. Each husband caressed his wife’s hair, as you would a pet that had done well.

When the men were satisfied, each lifted his wife up from the floor and taking them by the hand led them to the bathroom, where they had them take a shower together to clean off the sweat, drool and pussy juices that covered them both. The two women kissed and caressed each other’s bodies with soap filled loofas until squeaky clean, knowing their husbands were watching. When they finally came out, the men gently dried them off with plush towels and helped them into thick robes.

“When you are ready, we will be outside at the pool,” Jack stated. He and Mary had a nice in-ground pool in the backyard and it was a favorite place to entertain in the summer. Sarah kept a bathing suit there for occasions like this, so she would not need to go home to change each time. When the women arrived at the pool, the men had also changed into bathing suits and were relaxing at the low end, beers in hand.

The women positively glowed in the aftermath of the sexual experience they just had and looked particularly sexy in their suits. Each showed off their assets to best advantage, with Sarah in a bikini and Mary in a one piece with high cut sides and a low cut neckline. They joined their husbands in the pool and relaxed in their arms, all once again contemplating what was to come next Saturday. They swam and frolicked for a while before the kids got home, then got out and after a quick shower changed back into regular clothes. They barbecued while the kids all took a swim before dinner and they enjoyed another nice summer Sunday family evening together.

Jack and Tom met for a drink after dinner on Thursday evening to discuss their own plans for Saturday night and, based on some of the fantasies their wives had confessed, they made a game plan. Once again, they would leave the kids at Jack and Mary’s and use Tom and Sarah’s house.

Saturday came none too soon and once the babysitter and kids were settled at Mary and Jack’s house, they went over to Tom and Sarah’s. All of them were in high state of arousal but only the guys knew exactly what was in store, so the anticipation of the unknown was greater for the women. Although they had talked during the week several times about it in a teasing way, neither husband had let on in any detail what to expect.

The women were dressed in similar fashion to last week and the men wore casual pants and shirts as usual. The women were told they would eat in and to prepare a nice meal, so Sarah had prepared a marinated flank steak and Mary had prepared a salad and side dishes of glazed carrots and baked potatoes. Tom had gotten a nice wine to go with the meal. The kitchen table was set with four place settings when they arrived, but first Jack ordered the ladies into the TV room, where they stood in front of their husbands, who had taken seats on the sofa.

“Strip!” ordered Tom, and both women reacted quickly removing their shoes and dress and panties. “Come here,” he continued and the woman moved next to their husbands, who took them by the wrist and pulled them over their laps. The men reached under pillows next to them and took the hairbrushes Tom had hidden there earlier.

Wasting no time, they both began to smack the upturned ass of their wife, hard and constantly. It did not take long before the cries of pain from both ladies accompanied the sounds of the brush’s hitting their asses as they turned pink and then red. This went on or a full ten minutes, until they stopped.

“Get up!” Jack commanded, and both women lifted themselves off their husbands. “Go stand in the corner. Mary, there. Sarah, there.” He pointed to separate corners on each side of the TV. Both were rubbing their sore butt as they walked to the designated spot.

“Hands behind your heads,” Jack continued, and each reluctantly stopped rubbing the pain from their butt and placed their hands clasped behind their head as they faced the corner. They heard the TV come on and a baseball game announcer talking about a hit that had just occurred. He said it was the bottom of the seventh inning with two outs and one man on. The next hitter was out and the inning was over and it went to a commercial.

“Get back over here. Mary to me, and Sarah to Jack. On your hands and knees from now on. Quickly now,” Tom ordered.

The women fell to the floor and crawled back to the opposite side and lay themselves across the other husband’s lap. The hairbrush’s began to slap at their butts once again, and they cried out with each smack. But it did not last long as the men stopped once the commercial was over and the next batter for the visiting team came to the plate.

“Back in the corner,” Jack ordered. The women slithered off their laps and crawled back to the corner nearest them, stood and placed their hands behind their heads. They stood facing the corner with their red ass’s on display until the last batter was out for that team. The cycle was repeated three more times until the game was finally over, with them crawling to the opposite man at the end of each team’s turn while commercial was on, getting smacked with the hair brush until the next batter was up, then returning to the corner while each team was up to bat. Due to several changes of pitchers in the middle of the innings, there were other commercial breaks besides the end of an inning, so it really added up to seven trips across the husband’s laps.

By the time the game was done their ass’s were bright red and very sore. Knowing what would happen at the end of each team’s turn as they heard the outs from the TV announcer. Unable to see and only hear, the waiting for it as the dining progressed made it that much worse for the ladies.

The game finally over, Jack turned off the TV and announced, “I’m starving, time for dinner. Let’s go ladies.”

He and Tom sat at opposite sides of the same kitchen table that the women had been paddled, caned and fucked on the prior weekend. Both women were self-consciously still naked, but avoided covering their breasts or pussies. Mary served both men wine while Sarah brought the food to the table, and each woman served her husband by filling his plate with steak and vegetables, and salad on a side plate. Then they started to sit in the remaining chairs between the men, but Jack stopped them.

“No, no, kneel down here,” he said to Mary, pointing to the floor next to him. Tom looked up at Sarah and she knew the same was meant for her. Both men leaned over and picked up the cushion that was on the seat next to them, and put it on the floor by their side, and the women knelt down on them, grateful for that small courtesy.

When they were in position, Tom got up and retrieved the wrist cuffs from a drawer in the kitchen, and after handing one set to Jack they put them on their wife and clasped them together behind her back. He also got two small bowls and set them on the floor in front of each woman, and Jack poured some wine into each.

The woman knelt there astounded and highly aroused, and not just from the earlier spanking. They had served their husbands naked and now would be fed only what he wanted them to have, and if they wanted a drink would have to bend forwards and drink from a bowl on the floor like an animal. Bending over to drink like that would also expose their aroused pussy, enticing their husbands as the female of many species did.

Both females seemed to think alike and leaned over and took a drink from the bowl before them, slurping and lapping it up before coming up with wine dripping from their chins down onto their breasts. The men sat back down and began to enjoy their meal, chatting about the game and other sports and work, practically ignoring the naked women at their sides. But every now and then they would cut a piece of meat or a carrot or some potato and spear it on their fork and feed it to her.

Their hunger and desire for and understanding of their dependence on the men that were now their masters was highly arousing to both women and they relished their new roles, sitting compliantly like a well trained puppy until offered another morsel. Occasionally one would lean forward after receiving a bite and lap up another drink of wine, knowing it exposed her red ass and pussy to the man above her.

By the time the men were finished with their meals, the women were both dripping wet with sexual arousal, without ever being touched on their genitals. Mentally and emotionally they were being taken to a new place never before experienced from the prior punishments they had received from their husbands. Whether it was that there were two men, or their female friend witnessing and sharing the new roles, or a combination of everything that had happened, both women knew they were moving to a new level of submission to their men.

When the men had finally finished eating, they bent down and unclasped the cuffs on their wife, who gratefully moved their long restrained arms.

“You may clear the table and bring us dessert,” Tom said quietly.

“Yes, Sirs!” Both women replied as they slowly got up, a little stiff after kneeling for so long. They quickly and efficiently cleared the table, and Mary brought back two dessert plates and a small cake Sarah had bought. They waited standing to the side of their husband awaiting new orders.

Mary asked, “Would you like coffee with that, sirs?”

Jack replied, “Not me”, which Tom repeated before Jack added, “But get two more plates and sit in the chairs next to us.”

Both women gushed as if it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for them, “Oh, thank you, thank you Sir! Thank you!”

Mary got two more plates and they retrieved the cushions from the floor and sat down. Sarah served the cake and they ate it in silence. The eroticism of the tableau they created sitting at a table eating a sweet rich dessert with the two ladies naked and the two men dressed was not lost on any of them. Both women still wore the leather cuffs that symbolized their status and vulnerability to the men who allowed them to sit there, and the metal clasps clinked each time they went to take a forkful of cake.

The women reveled in their nakedness, consciously or unconsciously arching their back slightly and pulling back their shoulders to make their breasts even more pronounced on their chests than usual, their nipples flush with arousal. They were flaunting one of their most female of attributes, which did not go unnoticed by the men they loved. Did the women know, or did they just hope, that those breasts they exhibited so proudly would be the next object for the infliction of pain?

Either way, once the last bite was taken the men had them clear these final dishes and pour each man a new glass of wine. Once this was done, they clasped the cuffs together again behind their backs and led them down to the basement.

A large part of the basement was finished and carpeted, with a pool table, bar, sofa and two comfortable chairs facing a large TV on the wall in one area. An unfinished area separated by a wall was set up as a workshop for Tom. Heavy wood beams went across the ceiling in both areas, which while decorative in the finished area were also functional joists for the house above. Tom had put several strong hooks in the ceiling beams around the room that ostensibly were used to hang strings of lights when they had parties, which they did, while Sarah, and now Mary, knew they had another much different purpose and function.

While Jack and the ladies waited Tom went into the workshop to retrieve the items he needed, consisting of several lengths of rope and leather straps, some short, heavy chains and several clasps. When he returned he unclasped the cuffs on both women. Jack watched patiently as Tom attached a chain to each cuff and, after placing the women face to face, pulled up their arms and attached them to a set of hooks in the ceiling about two feet apart.

While still with feet on the ground, they found themselves pulled up taut by their wrists. Although Mary was shorter, they were more or less face-to-face with their breasts touching lightly against each other. He took leather straps and cinched them tightly around their upper arms bringing them together, which also pressed their breasts firmly together. Each could feel the stiff nipples of the other press into her own soft breast flesh, sharing their arousal in a new way.

He went and got the paddles and canes out of a storage bin and put them on the pool table. Tom called Jack over and each went behind his own wife. The ladies had not noticed at all that Tom also brought a pair of medium sized metal butt plugs and a tube of lube. He handed one butt plug to Jack and, after applying the lube to his wife’s asshole, pressed his plug into her tight rear hole.

She involuntarily pressed forward at the waist into Mary as this was being done and moaned. Tom handed the lube to Jack and he applied it to his own wife’s asshole and promptly pressed his plug into her. Her reaction was like Sarah’s and she pressed her hips forward and moaned as it penetrated her.

Tom took a length of leather strap made into a belt and secured it around Sarah’s waist. He attached a thin leather rope to it in back and brought it up between her legs, cinching it tight into her pussy, then up to a pulley he placed on a hook on the ceiling between them. It then went down between Mary’s legs, again pulled up tight into her pussy and behind to attach it to the belt Tom had placed around her waist in the meantime.

It both held the butt plugs tight into their ass’s and also put firm pressure on their pussy’s as it joined them together. Both quickly realized it pressed into or rubbed across their clits when one or the other moved even the slightest. They looked at each other directly in the eyes as their understanding of their shared erotic predicament was revealed.

The men went over to the pool table and each picked up a paddle, returning to stand behind each other’s wife. There was no ceremony or talking before they just began to smack the ass of the woman tied to the ceiling before them. As could be expected, the women began to cry out in pain and writhe against each other, attempting futilely to avoid the blows, feeling smacks directly their own ass and indirectly those to the other from the leather rope in her pussy attacking her clit.

There was no pattern to the smacks, with sometimes several coming from Tom on Mary while Jack held back, or vice versa, and sometime both in unison. There was no way for the women to anticipate the blows, which only help to increase their arousal. They felt not only the ones to themselves but the one to their partner in bondage as it came through her body’s reaction to the rope between her legs.

After ten minutes of this they were both hanging limply from their wrists, their legs unable to hold them up with any consistency as they orgasmed over and over, finally exhausted. Once the men stopped, they continued to let them hang there. Sarah had been here many times before while playing with her husband in private, but intimately sharing this with Mary with her motion limited from being bound to her took it all to another level.

Mary had never experienced anything remotely like this before, but with her friend sharing it with her never even thought to use the safe word, and both women were sniffling softly for a while after it ended. Without saying anything, both knew they had just shared in the longest, strongest series of continuous orgasms of their lives, feeling the resulting juices running down their legs. With the return of some calm, they smiled and kissed softly.

Tom and Jack returned the paddles to the pool table. They knew the ladies needed a break before the caning that was to come next, but that did not mean they should do nothing. Once they saw they had recovered enough to stand on steady legs they went over to the ladies and began to caress them all over their bodies, the soft touch so different than the pain they had just experienced. The men turned their heads to the side and kissed them with open mouths, pushing their tongues into willing mouths, overpowering them there as they had done elsewhere all night.

They moved behind them and put a hand down and up between their legs, feeling the leather strand pressed hard into the wet pussy, stroking them inside and out and pressing it into their engorged clits. The women moaned this time from pleasure and began to strain forward to kiss each other, sharing the pleasure as they had just shared the pain. The other hand of the men reached around to squeeze breasts and pinch nipples, and it did not take long before both women were having another orgasm on the hand of their partner.

The men did not stop and they continued to shake and cry out with pleasure, until once again both lost control of their legs and had all the weight on their wrists and the leather between their legs and they began to plead for them to stop. The men tortured them with sexual pleasure for several more minutes before they finally relented and removed their fingers, and left them to recover once again.

This time the men gave them a much longer break and a sip of water. They both took a bathroom break and sat and simply watched their wives for quite a while as they hung from the ceiling. They could see the ladies try and console each other and find a comfortable position, but it was not really possible.

They fully expected the men to use the cane on them next and were surprised when Tom and Jack came over and undid the straps holding their arms together and gingerly removed the rope between their legs. Tom then undid Mary’s wrists from the chains holding up her arms, but quickly turned her around and reattached them so she now had her back to Sarah’s front.

The straps were reattached to bind their arms together once more, and ones added to join their thighs together so Sarah was held firmly against Mary’s back. Tom went and got a wooden dowel around 4′ long, with eyelets on each end and after spreading Mary’s legs attached her ankle cuffs to each end, holding her legs and therefore pussy wide apart. With her legs spread wide like that it put more strain on her arms, and somewhat flattened her large breasts on her chest.

Tom went to the storage bin and got out a whip with a dozen 18″ leather strands attached to a short wood handle. He went to the pool table and took one of the canes and handed it to Jack, who moved off to the side behind Sarah.

Tom moved to face Mary and talked to her in a serious tone, “I am going to whip you now. Do you understand? Jack told me you want this. Is this true?”

“Yes, sir. I understand,” Mary replied, with more than a little trepidation in her voice. She had seen this done in videos and Sarah had told her about it, but her breasts were her most prominent feature and were large, firm and sensitive. With her arms pulled up high above her head, they were more firm and held higher on her chest than usual.

Tom continued to press her, “What do you want?”

“Please whip me, sir.”

“Whip you? Where?”

“Whip my tits. Please, sir,” Mary said breathlessly, knowing her husband and Sarah were just behind her, listening to every word. It was more than just being whipped for her. Her breasts were virgin territory, and Tom would take that virginity from her, with her husband’s approval.

“You have beautiful breasts. This will hurt. I will enjoy it. You will scream and you will beg me to whip you harder. I will enjoy it. I will also whip your pussy, and will not stop until you cum. Do you understand?”

Mary did not know that he would whip her pussy since Sarah had not told her about that, but she replied with more conviction than she felt, “Thank you, sir. Yes, sir, I understand. I hope I can please you.” What she did not know was if could she actually take it, or would she break and use her safe word. She felt her pussy spasm in fear.

Tom lifted the whip and it swished through the air in an arc and landed hard, centered across both her breasts.

She screamed out in pain as it registered, “Aaaiiaaa…”

The first blow had hurt quite a lot, and it felt like bee stings on her nipples, but it left a warm glow through her chest as red lines formed, and she quickly added, “Thank you, sir, may I have another?”

At the same time she heard Sarah cry out behind her, “Ohhhh…” and felt Sarah’s pelvis press forward into her ass in reaction to the cane stroke Jack had just delivered across her asscheeks.

Tom brought the whip across Mary’s breasts from the left side, the strands again landing across her nipple and wrapping around her right breast. Almost before she could scream again, another blow landed from the right side across her right nipple and around the side of her left breast.

But scream she did, and loudly, so she only barely heard the cries of Sarah behind her as she was caned again.

When her own screaming died out and her breathing recovered, she looked up at Tom and said, amazing herself with real need, “Yesssss, more sir… more, and harder please if you can…” She thrust her chest out as best she could in her bondage to show her desire for him to punish her breasts as they deserved.

She had always been proud of the size and shape of her breasts, and once she reached 18 and went to college, began dating and wearing more revealing clothes, the effect of them on men around her was obvious. She took advantage of that to get dates, see movies, and even once to get a professor to give her extra help. She was sure her tits were Tom’s favorite part of her and what attracted him to her in the first place, which was fine with her since his big dick sealed her attraction to him on the first date.

But here her breasts were being used to punish her and in a perverse way she not only loved it but also felt she deserved it. She had had her breasts and nipples sucked on or caressed, or even squeezed, pulled and otherwise abused and always delighted in it, but nothing ever like this. When she looked in Tom’s eyes, she knew she had teased one too many men with her breasts, and with her husband’s approval he was going to find justice for all of them.

As if in a dream, her lips formed the words that said everything, “Hurt them.”

Tom was not one to deny her and the whip came down hard once more across both breasts, with strands crossing directly over both nipples.

Mary cried out again, “Yesss! More,” and Tom brought the whip up from underneath, hitting the soft underside of her left breast, then quickly did the same to her right breast. Mary screamed in pain, but there was pleasure in her cries as well. Red marks began to appear across both breasts.

She faintly heard Sarah call out from behind her and felt her press forward each time she was caned again and again, but her concentration was on her own breasts, watching as the whip punished them over and over from different directions.

Then Tom began to windmill the strands around, the tips of the lashes only grazing her flesh which caused a more stinging pain than when applied hard across them, and when he began to strike just the nipples like that, the pain was incredible, and when she was not screaming she was calling out, “Yesss… yesss… yesss!”

Tom moved to the side and began to whip across one breast, with the strands ending just on the nipple of the other breast and hit her several times in a row before moving and doing the same from the other side.

He could see her hips moving as if being penetrated since she was beginning to reach a state of extreme arousal just from the pain in her breasts. Just when she thought maybe she could not take any more, he suddenly brought the whip up between her bound spread wide legs, the strands striking her open pussy and up on to her ass. There was no protection for the soft flesh and folds of her pussy, or for her engorged clit protruding from its’ hood of flesh. The stands of the whip easily found their victims.

She screamed, “Aaaaiiiaaaa…. noooo…”, but it was in vain and he repeated the lashes between her legs over and over again. If he was close enough the tips struck Sarah’s pussy as well, all while she was still being caned from behind, and they cried out in unison. But it was Mary who took the brunt of the whipping, each crossing directly across her clit and open pussy. After only a few strokes she began to orgasm, crying out incoherently, her hips shaking as if fucked by an invisible man. When Tom saw this he stopped and motioned Jack to stop caning Sarah, and held Mary to his own body.

When Mary finally calmed down enough, hanging limply from her wrists, Tom unclasped her wrists while Jack held her up, and both Mary and Sarah thought this night might be over, but instead they turned Mary around and rebound her facing Sarah again. Sarah could see the red lines and marks covering Mary’s breasts and the tears in her eyes, and kissed her in consolation of her ordeal. Looking at each other, both women knew Mary had only received what she truly wanted, and needed.

Tom and Jack went over and took a break, watching the women console each other. Tom retrieved another item from the storage bin, but neither woman could see what it was. Then Jack moved the padded storage bin, which was the size of a camp trunk, over to the ladies. Tom undid the straps joining their arms and thighs. Separating them Jack pushed the trunk between them.

The men helped their wives up to stand on the trunk and had them both squat down, and put straps joining their knees together, then straps around their upper thighs and down to their ankles. This had the effect of them once again hanging from their wrists, but squatting with their butts sticking out just above the trunk.

Tom went behind Mary and Jack went behind Sarah, and both men began to remove their clothes. Once naked, they then went and removed the butt plugs that still remained inside each woman, and which they had both almost forgotten about. Each began to lubricate the woman’s asshole liberally from a tube Tom had provided.

Since on infrequent occasions she had taken Jack’s cock, Mary was less concerned with Tom’s longer but thinner cock, but Sarah knew intimately how thick Jack was and did not know if she could accommodate it in her tight rear hole. Somehow with Tom there, she did not think she was going to get much choice.

During their conversations in the past week, she had mentioned to Mary that she wondered what it felt like to have such a fat one in the ass and now she realized that, like Mary getting her breast whipping, she would get her wish as well. At least they had loosened her up a little with the butt plug.

As Sarah reflected and looked at Mary across from her, she saw Tom move up behind Mary. She watched as Mary’s mouth opened wide and then grimaced as Tom inserted the head of his cock into her ass. He apparently held it still for a moment before pressing farther into her in several short thrusts, and she moaned and cried out from each until he was all the way in.

As both Tom and Mary looked on, Sarah felt Jack’s hand spread her ass cheeks apart and the tip of his cock touched against her tight rosebud. He held his cock with the other hand to keep it stiffer, knowing there would be some difficulty getting inside her. There always was and he smiled an evil grin as he began to press forward. Tom had tortured his wife with the whip, and now it was his turn on Tom’s wife Sarah, and he was going to get his due.

First just the head went in, but even this was enough to make Sarah cry out, “Owwww, nooo… it’s too big…” She began breathing in and out like a woman in labor as she stretched to accommodate him.

Jack held it there and let her get used to it, knowing that was not really ever going to happen, and after a moment pressed forward once again. Sarah cried out once more, “Noooo…. tooo… big… damn you… hssst… ” and he stopped once again to give her a chance.

But Tom spoke out, his own cock fully embedded deep in Mary’s ass, “Don’t listen to the slut. She wants it… all of it. Isn’t that right, slut? Beg him for it.”

Sarah looked up at her husband, tears and fear and lust in her eyes, and feeling like the slut he had just named her responded sincerely, “Yesssss… give it to me, all of it… pl….”

Jack needed no more prompting and held her hips and shoved himself forward until he was all the way in, his abdomen pressing on her ass, still very sore from the caning. As he reached bottom and stopped, Sarah finished the word she had started “…leeeze… oh god, oh god… so big… too big…”

Jack held himself still once again, letting her get used to the thickness stretching her asshole. But he and she, and Mary from experience, knew she would never really get used to it, that it would always be too big and the pain would never end as long as he remained inside her there. The question for her was would it turn into something else, something pleasurable as well.

But to Jack, or Tom, that was not a question at all. Both women were there to be used, to give the men pleasure, and if the women received pleasure through their pain that only made it better since it meant they would ask for it again.

Jack pulled out slightly and Sarah felt a drizzle of cool lube drip from above on her crack above and around his cock. At least there was that mercy. But that was the last mercy he showed and he pulled out until just the head was in and pressed forward hard, not stopping until fully inside her.

“Unnnggghhh…. Aaaiiiaaaiii!!!” came from Sarah’s mouth as the air was expelled from her body, and she felt the pain from the force of his penetration as it filled her bowels. And then again, he pulled out and penetrated her again, and she cried out again, “Uunnngghh…. Aaaaiaaa!!”

At the same time Tom began to fuck Mary, his long cock pulling out and penetrating her deep in her bowels, and she also cried out, “Ungghhh…” each time Tom forced himself inside her.

She watched Sarah’s face as Sarah watched hers and both could see their own husband behind their friend, lust and animal desire on their faces. Experiencing their violation together, both pulled involuntarily on their wrist bonds and squirmed together at the knees, being pulled back and pushed forward in an erotic rhythm that was matched by their moans and the sound of the men’s abdomens slapping against their ass’s with each thrust forward. Jack watched his wife changing faces of pleasure and pain over Sarah’s back and Tom saw the same in Sarah.

While Sarah was still in obvious distress, Tom could see she was beginning to find pleasure in Jack’s fat cock in her ass, moaning rather than crying out in pain. Mary had already reached that point, calling out to Tom, “Fuck me… fuck me… deeper… harder…” and Tom increased his pace and the forcefulness of his penetrations.

Meanwhile Sarah began to moan louder and call out, “Oh god… so big… harder… yesss…”.

Both Tom and Jack knew both women were close to orgasm, and began to pound them mercilessly, and each was close to orgasm as well. Mary finally called out, “I’m cumming… don’t stop… harder… harder.” Tom increased his pounding even more before pressing fully into her ass and depositing his own cum deep in her bowels.

As Tom pressed into Mary, Sarah could see his face as he came inside her, and she also began to reach her own orgasm, her ass tightening around Jack’s cock. As her own orgasm milked him, he pounded against her one last time and spurted his cum deep inside her. Both men collapsed on top of the woman they still were inside of, as the woman hung spent and limp from their wrist cuffs.

After a few minutes recovering their breathing, the men slipped out of the women and began to slowly remove the straps and then the ankle and finally the wrist cuffs, supporting her as she moved off the trunk between them. The women were lowered to the floor and together crawled gingerly over to the downstairs bathroom and closed the door. Each one peed and cleaned her tender genitals and anus with a washcloth, then washed her face and brushed out her hair before they returned to the men and knelt on the floor in front of them.

Jack spoke first, “You both were fantastic. Let’s go take a shower and get you cleaned up.”

He and Tom took their wife by the hand, lifted her up and supporting her they went upstairs to the large bedroom shower. They all got in together and the men washed off the sweat and lube and sexual juices from the women. They washed and rinsed their hair as well, letting the women luxuriate in the hot water as they held each other tight. Even after such treatment they both could feel the results of the evening, Sarah with her cane stripes and Mary with her whip marks, and both with the special soreness of her asshole.

When they were done, the men dried them off and put them in warm robes, and put robes on themselves. They escorted the women back to the TV room and had them sit on the sofa together. Jack and Tom went and got them glasses of wine and they sat and watched a late night comedy show for a while, almost as if nothing else had happened. But Jack noticed when Mary put her hand inside her robe to massage her breasts a few times, while Sarah squirmed in her seat a little more often than usual.

After a while it was late enough that Mary and Jack had to return home, both to relieve the sitter and to fall into their own bed. They got up and got dressed again and Tom and Sarah escorted them to the door after they hugged and kissed each other good night.

Once they left Tom and Sarah went directly to bed. Once there they talked quietly. “I hope it was OK, what we did to you and Mary. Were you satisfied? And it was not too much, if you know what I mean,” Tom started.

“Well, Mary and I sure asked for it and got what we asked for, so I can’t complain. I definitely was satisfied with everything you guys did. I just hope you were not too hard on poor Mary’s tits. I know I couldn’t take Jack back there every day, but once in a while it might not be so bad… if it is OK with you.”

“Yeah, Mary has a big pair that definitely made a ripe target for the whip, but I don’t think she wanted me to stop, or is complaining right now. You and Mary better talk tomorrow and we will have to see where this will go. And as far as you getting fucked in the ass from Jack… well as long you say it’s OK and I get the same with Mary, I don’t see any reason to stop him. So far everything has been pretty mutual, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes it has, and I don’t see any reason to not keep going, although maybe it doesn’t have to be this intense every time. I understand we are trying new ideas, but maybe just a spanking before and after dinner or while we watch a movie might be nice.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing… maybe next time it will be more loving and less pain.” They both fell silent and quickly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Jack and Mary returned to their house and took care of the babysitter, with Jack giving her a ride home before going upstairs and finding Mary already in bed. He got in beside her and she was naked. He pulled down the covers to her waist and looked at her breasts, and lightly caressed them. They were covered in red lines, marks and welts.

“Hurt?” He asked.

“Yes, but it is OK,” she replied.

“Just OK?”

“It was intense, and it made me cum… even before he whipped my pussy, which still surprises me. I think we will need to get a whip like that… and you are going to have to practice a lot!” to which they both chuckled.

She continued, “And what about you, did you like fucking Sarah from behind with that monster of yours?”

“I have to admit it was a pleasure to take her like that. And I have to thank you since I never suspected she would agree to it. But then you’ve both surprised me, and probably Tom, a lot lately. I just wonder if she will ever want to do that again. Once may have satisfied her curiosity.”

“Well, after her sucking you off last week and me telling her I took you back there occasionally, she told me she had to try. I will talk to her tomorrow and see how she feels about a repeat performance, but I would think it would not be too soon.

“You know after she told me about Tom whipping her small tits, I just had to have him whip mine too. He definitely knew how to do it good. You know how much I like them pulled and slapped, so it only made sense for me to see what that felt like. And I have to admit it was nice to get it in the ass by someone without such a fat cock for a change, although damn he went deep. Definitely much easier for me, but don’t worry, I sure wouldn’t give up yours whenever you want!”

“Glad to hear all that, and we will just have to do something about that real soon, won’t we?” He said with a laugh in his voice.

“You better!” Mary teased and turned to face away from Jack, her back and butt nestled into his body and his arm around her. It only took a few minutes before both were fast asleep.

The next morning Jack and Mary arose fairly early and took a long hot shower together before going downstairs. Mary had to make sure she was appropriately covered as her tits and some of the rest of her still had marks from the whip, so she wore sweat pants and top with long sleeves and a crew neck. The kids were just getting up and so she made them all pancakes, which they all, particularly Mary and Jack, devoured hungrily. Once they were done and the dishes were cleared, Mary went up to her bedroom and called over to Sarah to see what they were up to.

Sarah and Tom had just awoken shortly before the phone rang and were still in bed, and thinking about the night before it did not take long before Tom had retrieved the lube from the end table and pressed his cock into his wife’s ass as they both lay on their sides. Sarah moaned in painful pleasure, but after Jack’s cock there last night it was more pleasure than pain as she pressed herself back against him as he slowly entered her.

He was slowly and deliberately moving himself in and out, prolonging both their pleasure, when the phone rang. As Mary reached over to pick it up from her end table he pressed deep inside and held it there.

“Hello? Oh, hi Mary. No, we just got up. Yes, we are still in bed.”

As she talked Tom pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside her and pressed forward again, slowly but not stopping until he was all the way in again.

Mary moaned softly, but then answered a question Tom couldn’t hear, “Yes, you know we are. Yes, ‘there’,” with a little extra emphasis on ‘there’. Tom pulled out and pressed in again making her groan again.

“Yes, I am sore too, and yes it is a nice sore. And how are your breasts? Good to hear, and yes I also think we both got it good last night. Sure, send them over anytime, but give us about 20 minutes to get up and ready, and how about we meet to talk here around 1:00? Yes, 20 minutes is enough! Great, I’ll see you then.” With that she hung up the phone and replaced it on its’ cradle.

Tom, having understood the jist of the conversation said, “20 minutes is enough, eh? Well then,” and he began to plow in and out of his wife’s ass, pounding against her striped and sore ass each time.

She cried out in pleasure with each thrust, “Yesss… unngggh…yesss… give it… to me …deep… yesss… I’m cumming!!!… don’t stop!”

Tom just increase his pace. As she came he pressed deep and spurted his hot cum deep inside her, and they both collapsed together.

After they recovered, they got up and took a quick shower and both got dressed, finishing just as the kids came through the front door and went up to their rooms. Tom went downstairs and made coffee and toasted some muffins, and was sitting there reading the Sunday paper as Sarah came to join him.

The rest of the morning went normally for both couples, with the kids all eventually going off to play with friends and the guys going out as well. Once they were alone, Mary went over to Sarah’s and they sat and shared a cup of coffee as they talked. They shared the conversations they had with their husbands the night before and their own thoughts about everything.

Both agreed they were glad they had gone as far as they did, with Mary showing the whip marks on her breasts to Sarah and Sarah showing the cane marks on her ass to Mary. Sarah agreed as difficult and painful as it was she was glad to have taken Jack up her ass, but it was not something she wanted all the time, and Mary said more or less the same about getting whipped on her breasts by Tom.

So the conclusion was they wanted to continue playing together and having the guys spank them, but the more severe things like caning, paddling and whipping and getting fucked in the ass would have to be less frequent. Maybe they would save them for special occasions, or at least consider fewer times each year. But they did want to make it a more regular thing to get together, if possible at least twice a month, leaving the dates with just their own husband for once a month.

So that is how it evolved and barring some other obligation they got together at least twice a month to play. To avoid questions by the kids, they alternated houses from that point on. That also allowed each couple to have some alone time the next morning every other time. Most of the time they went out or had dinner at one house or the other and then watched a movie or shows at home.

Basically, in their private time together the women were willing sex slaves to the husbands. The woman often dressed up in costumes to the delight of their men; as schoolgirls again, cheerleaders, prostitutes, or prim and proper schoolteachers, geishas, or harem slaves among others. They were very inventive.

Each costume prompted the men to find new scenarios and ways to punish them, but it always involved spanking and use of other implements, and the women always satisfied the men sexually according to their desires and whims. Of course they were quite satisfied as well, and it bled over to their regular sex lives, which increased in frequency and passion.

A few months after they began, the men collared both women in a nice ceremony that took up an entire evening. The women were spanked, paddled, caned and whipped over several hours, repeatedly pronouncing their love and devotion and submission to their husbands, and acceptance of domination by both men, but at no time were they fucked in any hole or allowed to reach orgasm.

They were eventually dressed in elegant lingerie of a tight corset that pushed up but left their breasts exposed and silk stockings held up by garter straps attached to the corset, and high heels. Both women looked as beautiful as ever in the attire that accentuated their natural beauty, with red stripes and marks on their breasts and buttocks that only made them even more erotic a sight to the men.

They were placed on their knees in front of their husband and a soft leather collar with several chrome rings on it was placed and clasped around their necks. By then they all understood the significance of the collar and the women both beamed, smiling at what it represented. The men attached chrome chain leashes to the collars and led the women around the house on hands and knees, visiting every room and fucking his wife doggy style for only a few minutes, with the woman never reaching orgasm before moving on to the next room.

When they finally returned to the TV room where they had been collared, the women were frantic with arousal and the men tied them down facing each other over the table in front of the sofa, running a chain with clasps at each end between their collars to connect them physically like they were psychologically and emotionally already.

Each husband fucked the other man’s wife in her pussy until both women had an orgasm, which only took a few short moments, given how aroused they already were. The men then traded places, moving behind his own wife and penetrated her asshole, using the juices already on his cock and her own juices to lubricate her ass, and fucked her hard and rough until they both finally came as they pressed deep into her bowels.

Both women had cried out in a combination of pain and then the pleasure of another orgasm from the anal fucking before their husbands collapsed on their backs after their own orgasms. When everyone recovered the women were released and they all went up to take a long hot shower together to clean up and assimilate all they had happened that night. They all relaxed in bed together, the women continuously touching their new collars as they lay in their husband’s arms.

It was standard that every time they got together at home, the women would put the collars on each other as the men watched to begin the evening, and if alone with her husband, the women would often wear it as well as a sign she was his sex slave, often as a signal she needed to be punished.

If one of the men came home and the children were out and she was wearing it, he would have her bring him a drink and, sitting in a chair or the sofa with her on knees beside him, he would have her relate the reasons she deserved to be punished that day. They never needed a real reason, but it was a fun game the women played to get punished when the urge took them. Other times he would tell her to put it on as a signal she was going to be punished.

Occasionally when all the children were out, the men would conspire to have both women put on their collars at their own houses and give them a good spanking, paddling or caning, or all three until their asses were quite red, and then send them across to the others house to be used sexually by their friend’s husband alone. Their backyards adjoined in such a way with fences and plantings that they would go from one to the other without being seen from the street or neighbors, so the two naked women often would cross and give each other a kiss before proceeding to the other’s house.

The men had a habit of depositing their cum on their breasts on these occasions and the women would lick each other clean as they crossed again in the backyard returning home. Once home they would always suck their husband’s cock clean of any residual cum and her friend’s pussy juices.

If they stayed in as a group, usually the women would serve the meal naked. Sometimes they would eat at the table and other times from the floor, as they had the second night. If they went out, the women were usually spanked or paddled before and were always spanked or paddled after, and sometimes caned as well. If they stayed in, they were always naked and spanked before and after dinner, usually several times and by both husbands.

They often played the game where they were spanked during commercials or breaks in a sports game, standing the corner in between as they had also done the second time they got together. They also would sometimes bind the ladies to the table in front of them as they watched a movie or sporting event, their ass’s facing the guys, and the men would paddle, cane or whip them slowly and consistently throughout the entire time it was on, and would get down behind them and fuck them doggy style periodically, alternating between the women each time.

Almost always if a guy came inside one of the women, the other women would lick her clean while the one who had been fucked cleaned off the guy’s cock of his cum and her juices. If he came in her mouth, they would share it or if on her body, the other would lick it off and then they would share it.

Both women loved to taste and swallow the cum of both men, and took every opportunity to do so. Both women loved to be naked on their knees, ass’s already made red, in front of the men, sucking them as they enjoyed a show or movie, and Sarah eventually learned to take Jack’s fat cock deep in her throat without gagging too much.

It also was not unusual for the men to bind them together, wrists to ankles in a 69 position, and have them pleasure each other. Each man would take a turn fucking the one on top, sometimes Sarah and sometimes Mary, as the one on bottom licked his balls and her clit, and once he came she would clean up her partner while the guy went around to get cleaned off by the one on top.

Sometimes the guys rotated which woman was on top, and sometimes only one got fucked several times while the other had to lay underneath her and be left frustrated all night. The first time one complained, and it was Sarah, that it was her turn to be on top and get fucked after Mary had been fucked six times over two hours while she remained underneath getting nothing, the men unbound them, took her roughly to the basement, tied her arms to the ceiling and legs wide apart and both men whipped then caned her from shoulders to thighs for over 30 minutes as Mary knelt on the floor and watched.

Then they fucked Mary on the floor, both in her pussy and ass, in front of Sarah several more times that night. When they finally went home, Tom clasped her hands behind her back as she went to bed and slept, to keep her from masturbating herself. She awoke very frustrated and after he had her suck him to hardness, finally fucked her in her pussy and then her ass, and she came many times as he did, thanking him over and over.

After that, neither woman ever asked to be fucked or requested anything sexually from the men while they were all together again. They were allowed, even expected, to suggest and voice their desires for things they had read about for future play at other times, but never while it was going on.

Occasionally they were fucked in the ass, usually both of them by both men on the same night. Taking advantage of their different cocks, sometimes Tom would deep throat one’s mouth while Jack fucked her ass, but sometimes they did the opposite.

A few times they gave each woman a turn at double penetration, one in her pussy and one in her ass. The other woman would patiently wait her own turn at the side or was kissing her friend as she got fucked, or she would kneel behind the men and help guide their cock’s into her friend. If they both came, she would clean up her friend as usual as the men recovered. She knew going second she would get fucked longer, since they had already spent their loads once and it always took longer the second time around. Of course for each of them it was therefore never a bad thing to go second.

Less often they were taken downstairs for more severe punishments. These were usually special occasions like birthdays and a holiday, but sometimes as a surprise just because they had not done so for a while, or if the men felt one or the other particularly deserved it.

Such sessions almost always had the women being tied to the ceiling and included breast whipping, paddling, caning and hard fucking in their mouths, pussy’s and ass’s. Tom had installed a few more hooks in the ceiling so they could be hung together in other positions as well, including horizontally facing either up or down using wider straps, making all their holes available to both men. Jack also made some modifications to their basement to allow them similar play there, and they bought new items to use over the years.

Several sets and types of nipple clamps were obtained and used regularly. They also became adept at breast bondage, tying the women’s breasts with rope until they were tight and ballooned out from their chests. Even Sarah’s smaller breasts were subjected to this, but it was so much easier on Mary’s big tits.

One of their favorite things to do was to put nipple clamps on both women with chains between them, and add weights to pull down as they were smacked or fucked from behind. They would also have strings attached to the clamps going upwards to pulleys on the ceiling and down to the other woman’s wrist cuffs, so when she pulled her arms down it would pull up on her friends nipples. Of course it was hard not to do so when getting paddled or caned or fucked from behind, as it was a natural reaction to pull down on your arms as that happened.

Sometimes the men would just watch and enjoy the show as they had the women pull down on their arms to cause pain to their friend’s nipples, each facing and watching the other. The weight and size of Mary’s larger breasts made it more painful for her in general, but Sarah’s smaller ones had less give when pulled, so it evened out in one way or another.

Either way, they both came to love the pressure of the nipple clamps and often wore them when alone in the house with their spouse, or even sometimes when alone. When they did it by themselves, they were required to take a picture and text it to their husband, which often became the excuse for a spanking when he got home or as soon as convenient.

Over the years they found many variations on what was possible to do to and with their wives individually and with both ladies together, and they all heartily agreed their common play together only enhanced their times alone with their spouses. The men had willing and able wives to please their every sexual desire and the availability of the sexual services of another beautiful woman with her husband’s and his own wife’s approval, and the women were kept satisfied beyond anything they could have imagined before this all started.

There was no fantasy or desire they could not voice to their partner and not have it fulfilled by him or both men at some point, and the men were able to do the same. Even when they just had vanilla sex and truly made love with each other, it was with the knowledge that it was only part of a complete package of their sexual partnership, and never got boring.