REVENGE IN A SMALLTOWN  :
By badandy2

   Anyone that has read any of my stories in the past will realize
that they usually deal with a wife being victimized in some manner.
They usually involve a housewife who some how finds herself in some
kind of predicament which places her into a sexual situation of
which she is the prime candidate for humiliation.  The wife in
question in these stories is also usually based on my own wife, not
that I wish to see my wife placed in such situations . . .  but
rather because I can visualize her so much easier as a character
when I write the stories. The characters portrayed in my stories are
purely fictional, though they are normally based on people I know.

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    I always told my wife Jayne that her hot-tempered personality
would get her in trouble some day.  That she might piss someone off
enough that she'd receive some kind of repercussions that might come
back to haunt her.   I suppose it's partially my fault over the
years for not putting up a stronger objection to her at times, but I
think it was inevitable that sooner or later she would get herself
in trouble.  Though I guess you could say that we both had a hand in
setting up the scenario that you're about to read about.  Some
people might find it hard to believe that a couple could get
themselves in such a situation . . . but then again sometimes you
allow yourself to fall into such nonsense.  I guess it might be hard
for some people to understand why anyone would enjoy what I'm about
to describe . . .  sometimes we have a kinky side that needs to be
explored I guess.

   I also must admit that I've always had a fantasy of watching my
wife have sex with another man, though I never thought I would end
up helping to set up such an encounter.  Nor did I ever in my
wildest fantasies think that it would end up being as an extreme a
situation as which was about to unfold  . . .  more than even I
could imagine. So here I am to unfold the story, in which my dear
wife Jayne because of some ill timed mistakes on her part and mine,
suddenly finds herself being placed in a very humiliating,
embarrassing and sexually perverted situations.

The Restaurant and the Chance Meeting:  

   Yes, my wife Jayne is a spirited 35 y/o mother of two.  Perhaps
it's her tight curly reddish hair that fuels some of her intensity,
but I figure it was just as much the need to be in charge that she
had that caused her spirited emotions.   With an above average
looking body of 36c-30-35, freckled face and stunning green eyes,
Jayne quite often drew the attention of the odd male stare.  It
wasn't till that fateful night that we were in the favorite local
eatery Hungry Joe's, that I finally realized how many other men
actual desired my wife.

  We had just finished our evening dinner and were getting ready to
pay our bill and head home to our two young daughters, it would be a
cheap night as far as babysitting fees we thought.   Although our
two girls were 12 and 10 years of age, Becca and Krissy still needed
the attention of someone older to keep them out of trouble.

    Suddenly a large roar from one of the other tables jarred us out
of our quiet conversation.   We peered over towards the other side
of the restaurant and noticed that it was coming from a table in
which high profile businessman Mike McKee and some friends were
sitting at.  Mike was a 43 yr old successful real estate  agent who
owned his reality business, he also had been accused at times of
having a few underhanded business on the side.  Jayne looked over
towards the noisy table in disgust, she didn't care much for Mike or
his prissy wife Lorna.  In fact Jayne and Lorna had a confrontation
one day not long ago in the shoe store that Jayne worked at.  Lorna
had brought back a pair of shoes after several days and demanded her
money back, being from a 'well to do family' . . . of course Jayne
was obliged to do so. Jayne had hated that Lorna called her "The
shoe lady", as she left the store that day.

   It was for that reason that it surprised both of us when the
waitress walked over to our table and informed us that " Mr.Mckee
requests that you join them at their table".  Just as we were
declining the invite to the waitress, Mike strolled up behind us and
in a boisterous voice insisted that we join him and his friends.  To
avoid embarrassment and a large scene we reluctantly agreed.

   Jayne sat down between Lorna and another one of the wives.  I was
about to sit down, when Mike grabbed me by the arm and led me over
towards the bar.  "Come on Bill, you can help me get a round of
drinks.  What does that lovely wife of yours like by the way?".  I
sheepishly replied that she liked rum and orange juice as we stood
by the bar awaiting the drinks.  Mike suddenly leaned over and
quietly stated, "So Bill, does Jayne know you dropped all that money
on the Simon's land deal last month?".  With a startled look I
quickly replied "No", I was confused on how Mike McKee knew about my
misfortune. Mike gave a me a sly grin and a wink as he continued,
"Yeah Bob Smith over at Landex reality told me about your situation,
don't worry though I had all your debt transferred over to my
company. So now you owe me buddy".  I stood there with a stunned
look until I finally replied, "Well thanks Mike, I'll get you paid
off as quickly as possible".   Mike started paying for the drinks as
he turned towards me, "Hey no problem Bill, you're gonna start
paying me back tonight in fact!".  I once again was taken back by
the conversation and slowly stammered out, "Wh .. what do you
mean?".

   Mike McKee slowly turned around at the bar and glanced towards
the table as he collected his thoughts, "Well Bill my man, I've
always considered your wife Jayne to be one little sex pot.  Just
look at her over there, cute short wavy reddish hair, pouty lips,
beautiful green eyes and a great body too for a woman her age . . .
how old is she know Bill?".  I without thinking immediately replied
"35 Mike" as I looked at my wife as Mike continued.  "Yeah she's a
beauty, I love the outfit she has on tonight by the way" big sturdy
Mike stated nonchalantly.  I once again peered over and had to agree
that Jayne did look captivating tonight in the high heels, short
denim dress and pretty plaid blouse that she was wearing.  "Any ways
Bill as I was saying, I've always thought Jayne was a real little
sex pot and tonight you're gonna help me seduce your wife buddy!".

  I was momentarily stunned as what said sunk in.  "I can't do that
Mike, I won't do it!" I exclaimed back at him.  The arrogant real
estate owner just peered at me with a cold stare as he responded,
"You can do it Bill and you will do it. Unless you want me to break
the news to your pretty wife that you've lost all your savings in a
foolish land deal.  I'm also sure your prudish in laws would be
impressed too.  Face it Bill, I can ruin you if I wish or you can
play along with me and save your marriage . . . perhaps even get
some of those losses back if you co operate fully.  Come on, lets
get these drinks back to our table . . . I'm sure you'll make the
right decision on this Bill old buddy!"

  I was virtually numb as we walked back to the table, I looked at
Jayne as I passed where she was sitting and gave her a feeble smile
as she looked my way.  I felt so terrible at what I was about to do,
but also knew that I had no other choice if hoped to save our
relationship.  I figured the worse it could be was Mike McKee might
grad few free feels of my wife, maybe a kiss or two and that'd be
it.  In fact I had always had an urge to see Jayne with another man
in the past, it was too bad that it wouldn't be someone besides
slightly over weight, obnoxious Mike . . . but oh well, perhaps this
wouldn't turn out that bad I thought.  Little did I know Mike
McKee's true plans and how far he intended to go with my wife.  The
further I went along with his plan, the further I would find myself
trapped in his blackmail clutches.   I also didn't realize that Mike
had a secondary attack with his plan, which would accelerate the
situation that Jayne was about find herself in.



Mikes Plan and the Car Ride :  


   Mike McKee and his friends were more than generous in buying
Jayne and myself drinks at the restaurant, if I hadn't consumed
quite as many of the freebies I might have been able to see what was
unfolding.  Jayne had been talking to Lorna and the other two wives
most of the night and seemed to be getting along with the higher
society women.  After a hour or so, Mike decided we should move to
the back room where the newly renovated bar was situated.  Jayne and
I tried to convince him that we should be heading home, but he would
have nothing of the such.  He then challenged Jayne to a game of
billiards and told her she should have some fun the nights her
husband finally takes her out for an evening.  He then gave me a
cold stare as he bellowed "Isn't that right Bill?".  Realizing what
response he wanted and what trouble might be caused if I didn't
answer correctly, I quickly replied "Yeah that's right Mike".

   Before I knew what was happening, the burly real estate magnate
was pulling my wife's chair back and taking her by the hand to the
bar.  The rest of the group fell in behind and followed Mike and
Jayne towards the bar, I noticed though that as we got to the door
of the bar that Lorna and the other three wives turned right instead
of left into the bar and exited the restaurant.  I queried Mike's
friend Tom Scott as to where the other wives were going, asking why
they weren't coming with us.  Tom, who was also a very influential
man within the community, reassured me that the ladies were just
going over to the convenience store to get some items.  Although a
little concerned, I had no choice but to follow the group into the
bar.

   As my eyes became accustomed to the darkened bar, it was evident
that not many people knew of the new establishment yet as it was
quite empty.  As Mike handed Jayne a pool cue, the other three men
and I sat on bar stools nearby and I surveyed the remaining members
of our group.  There was Tom Scott, a 40 year old close friend of
Mike McKee's, who bought and sold commodities.  Next to Mike, Tom
was probably the next wealthiest man in town.  Sitting next to Tom
was Richard Ingram, another well to do member of  the community,
Richard was 46 yrs old and owned his own car dealership.  The last
one of the group was Mike's right hand man, Scottie Miller a 38 year
old from out west somewhere was in charge of looking after a lot of
Mike's business ventures.   So there we were, my wife and a
underhanded town big wig playing billiards, three of his male
associates leering over my wife . . .  and me.

   I should of suspected something was up, when after a hour and a
half the other wives had yet to return. I suddenly had a bad feeling
about the whole situation, especially since over the next hour or
two the four men were more than generous at buying Jayne and I
drinks.  Eventually,  Richard and Scottie took on Mike and Jayne in
a doubles game, it was during this game that I noticed that Mike was
quite often whispering in Jayne's ear between their shots.  At one
point it appeared as though Jayne was upset at what Mike had just
told her, but finally shook her head in agreement as she quickly
downed her drink.  It would be much later, that I would find out
that it was at this point that Mike McKee had just sprung the second
half of his blackmail scheme against my wife and I.

   As it turned out, unknown to me, Jayne had recently gotten
herself into a little trouble also.  She had been caught by her
employer Brent Ashford, of taking a few liberties with some of the
merchandise in the store she worked at.  Brent had agreed not to go
to the authorities with his information, but did inform Jayne that
at some point she would be expected pay for her mistake.  Little did
Jayne know that Mike McKee had paid Brent a nice little sum of money
for this valuable information.  It was now pay back time.

   I was surprised at how Jayne had generally warmed up to Mike
McKee, she had normally stated her dislike for the man . . . but
now, here she was letting him rub up against her, hug her and be
quite playful. I also couldn't help but notice how the other three
men also made themselves, more than friendly with my wife.  Big Mike
finally came over to me after the fourth game of pool, "Bill I want
you to walk over there to your pretty little wife and encourage her
to go to the ladies room and remove her panties and bra . . .
unbutton her blouse several buttons and insist that she be real nice
to me and my friends!".  I couldn't believe my ears, Mike was
virtually asking me to influence my wife into becoming his and his
buddies private hooker.  "But ... but Mike, I can't do that!" I
pleaded.  Mike glared right at me, "Bill you will or me, Tom, Rick
and Scottie will ruin you in this town".  I took a few minutes to
arrange my thoughts and then I slowly headed over to where my wife
was standing.

   I started into my encouraging speech by telling Jayne that I was
really proud of how she was getting along with these upper society
men of the community, how it would no doubt help us down the road if
she continued to be friendly towards them.  I then finally tried to
lead into the topic of removal of her panties and ect in a discreet
method.   Jayne looked at me with a bit of a shocked face, "You want
me to do what?" she reacted in a hushed whisper.  I repeated my
request, telling her how beautiful she looked and how sexy she could
look with the few adjustments.  "What you want me to do Bill . . .
look like a hooker for these guys?  You want me to be Mike McKee's
little slut for the night?".   We battered back and forth a few
minutes, I trying to make it appear as not being that big of a deal
. . . that it would help our future. Finally with another slug of
her drink and in an angry tone she said "Fine" as she stormed off to
the washroom.

   After about 10 minutes Jayne reappeared and all the men in the
bar just stared as she walked back over. She marched over to where I
stood and handed me her panties and bra as she in cold tone
announced "Here honey, hang on to these. I have some friends that
wish my company!".  I looked at my pretty wife as she walked back
over to where Mike McKee and Richard Ingram stood, both men
obviously enjoyed the newly acquired view since Jayne's blouse was
now unbuttoned almost down to her belly button.  Mike McKee wrapped
his big arm around my wife's waist as he complimented her on how
great she looked. "We're gonna have a great time Jayne sweetie, us
boys are gonna treat you right" Mike McKee bellowed and then
followed up with a laugh.  Jayne forced out a smile as the arrogant
real estate dealer pulled her tighter.

   Over the next hour or so, I watched as four men touched, fondled,
groped and kissed my wife.  Listened as they provocatively,
suggestively and explicitly to her and about her . . . loud enough
that I was able to hear.  They also continued to feed Jayne the
drinks, which without hesitation she continued to consume. At one
point Mike McKee walked over to my wife, pulled her blouse away from
her body and peered down the front.  "Oh my, what a lovely set of
melons" he boldly announced to his friends.  I knew there was a
serious problem when all Jayne did was giggle and turn a slight
shade of red from embarrassment, but made no effort to prevent Mike.

   I had to sit and accept the four men's derogatory remarks, since
they all knew Mike had me in a position of vulnerability.  "Gee
Bill, I think Jayne needs some good macho male attention" Tom Scott
commented to me.  "Do you suppose she'd flash her pussy at us?"
Scottie Miller asked me.  I worked hard to control my emotions to
their suggestive talk.  I finally watched in horror as Mike cornered
Jayne against the wall and pressed his body against hers . . .
pulling open her blouse and exposing her milky breasts to all of us.
The other three men hooted their approval, while I tried to hide my
face in shame.

   Getting up a little nerve, I slowly walked over to where Jayne
and Mike were and calmly stated to Mike that perhaps it was time for
Jayne and I to go home, since we had a babysitter to worry about.
While still squeezing my wife's one tit, Mike clearly let me know
who was in charge.  "Bill, you and Jayne aren't going fuck'in
anywhere except where we want you to go . . . I'll send our
housekeeper over to your place to tend to your kids and send your
babysitter home.  So go and fuck'in sit down and shut up!".  In a
defeated state I returned to my chair and prepared myself for the
worse.

    After several more drinks Mike finally decided it was time to
move on as we headed out to get into his big Lincoln.  Jayne just
naturally was placed in the front seat between Mike and Richard,
while I had to sit in the rear between Scottie and Tom Scott.
Although I couldn't see the action in the front seat, I could easily
surmise from the way Jayne was uncomfortably wiggling around that
Mike or Richard . . . perhaps even both were fondling her body.
Several blocks from the restaurant, Mike's demeanor suddenly changed
. . . it was if he suddenly decided he wanted to have some perverse
fun with his new toy.  He pulled the Lincoln up in front of a
convenience store and told Jayne he wanted her to go in and get a
few things. "Jayne baby, it's time for you to do a little work for
Mikie. Go in the store and pickup a 12 pack of beer, a pack of big
cigars, get a nice size cucumber, a banana and chocolate syrup . . .
oh and also a pack of condoms.  Jayne looked at the burly driver in
disbelief, "I can't get all that stuff Mike . . . why do you want me
to get it?".   Mike gave my wife a dissatisfied look and repeated,
"You are going in there Jayne.  You are my personal tramp for this
evening, your husband has okayed it and I want you to go into that
store and get the items I requested. Oh and also leave your top
totally unbuttoned, I want that young male sales clerk to be able to
see those tit's of yours!".  From the back seat I pleaded, "Mike
please don't".  But before I finished my sentence, I was elbowed in
the ribs by Scottie sitting on my left "Shut up Bill, Mike's in
charge here!".

   Jayne slowly made her way out of the car and hurried into the
store, although it was now 10 o clock at night there was still quite
a few people around.  I noticed an elderly pair of ladies leaving
the store give Jayne a rude stare, if only they knew the truth I
thought.  My wife quickly collected up all the items and set them on
the check out counter.  From outside in the car we could see the
young male clerk having difficulty keeping his mind and eyes off
Jayne's exposed chest, the four men in the car were chuckling and
making  rude comments.  Even from the car I could tell that Jayne's
face was a deep shade of red from the embarrassing moment she had
been placed in.  I came to the conclusion that for some reason Mike
McKee wanted to make this a painful and humiliating evening for both
Jayne and myself.  Yet the part that baffled me even more was the
fact that I had developed a huge hard on as I listened to these men
embarrass and degrade my wife.  I desperately tried to hide the
increasing bulge in my trousers, but as my luck continued . . . Tom
Scott sitting next to me immediately noticed it and felt compelled
to share his observation.

   "Hey Mike look at this, Billie boy here is getting a woody from
this" he announced out loud followed by a laugh.  My heart sank as
the other three roared and giggled also.  "Well Tom, that doesn't
surprise me at all" Mike McKee stated "From what you've told me
about when you and Bill we're in school together he was a bit of a
wimp. It's only natural for a passive guy like Bill to get off on
having a bunch of macho, domineering guys like us use his most
prized procession . . .  his pretty little wife.  Isn't that right
Bill?"  I sat silently in the back seat, unwilling or unable to
respond to his sharp remark.  After a minute of silence Mike
chuckled, "Well don't you worry Bill my man, we'll make sure that
you have a boner all night as you watch us have fun with your wife".

   As we waited for Jayne to return to the car the four men
continued to taunt me as they vividly expressed their favorite
attributes of Jayne.   The nicer comments were that they loved her
tight curl reddish hair and her great looking green eyes, but that
soon lead to cruder comments.  "Look at that great ass" Richard
stated as he watched her bend over to pick up the case of beer.
"Yeah and I like her full lips, I imagine they feel great wrapped
around your cock hey Mike" Scottie piped up.  "I want to a  chance
to suck those great nipples and squeeze her tit's" Tom Scott added.
Mike just grinned as he turned around and looked me in the eye, "Be
patient gents, be patient. All good things come to those that
wait!".  I looked at him and knew immediately he had sinister plans.

   "Ah here comes our lady" Mike announced as Jayne exited the
store, her blouse blowing open in here haste.  I noticed that her
eyes were slightly teary as she entered the car,  I think she too
had to know that this was only the beginning.  "Very good Jayne, you
got everything. Now I want Richard to place this over your eyes" he
said with a grin as he pulled out a cloth blindfold.  Jayne
stammered, "Why, Mike why are you doing this".  Richard just went
about tying the cloth around Jayne's head, once done Mike with a
look of satisfaction in a hush tone said "Now remove the blouse
Richard".  Jayne turned her head in the direction of Mike's voice,
"Please, no!" she asked.  To no avail her top was soon removed and
she sat with her breasts exposed in the front seat of the Lincoln.
I could hear a little sob come from her, then Mike spoke again.
"Now stop that Jayne, we're not going to hurt you. We're just gonna
have a little fun tonight. So lighten up!".  The beer she had bought
was passed around to us all and Mike's fun had begun.

   With everybody in place, Mike pulled the car back out onto the
street.  Barely out of the parking lot, Tom Scott reached from the
backseat and ran his hand down my wife's shoulder letting come to
rest on her exposed tit.  Jayne shuddered slightly from the sudden
touch, but relaxed slightly as Tom began lightly caressing it.  "Oh
Jayne, you have great tit's baby!" Tom sated in a hush tone as he
continued rubbing one then the other "You should be proud of them .
. . show them off sweetie!".   As Tom continued touching my wife, he
would occasionally glance towards me . . . to see the expression on
my face and then to grin and motion to my impending hard on.  Beyond
her control, I could hear Jayne moan slightly as Tom squeezed her
nipples between his fingers.   Mike noticing how Jayne was reacting
to Tom's actions spoke up, "Jayne, I want you to pull your skirt up
now and begin rubbing your pussy!  It's getting hot and wet isn't
it?".  I was flabbergasted that Mike would say such a thing to
another man's wife, but even more stunned to hear my wife respond
"Yes, it is".

   Although the three of us in the backseat couldn't see her
actions, I noticed that Richard in the front seat was watching with
great delight as Jayne hiked up her skirt and guided her hand down
between her legs. "No, no I shouldn't Mike!  It's humiliating" my
wife whimpered slightly.  "It's fine Jayne, go ahead . . . It's fine
isn't for your wife to do this, right Bill?" Mike grinned in the
rear view mirror as he drove.  Before I had a chance to answer, I
felt Tom Scott grab my newly formed hard on and squeezed it as he
spoke "It's okay isn't it Bill?".   In a pain stricken tone I
replied  "Yes . . . yes, it's alright!".   I had now given my wife
permission to masturbate in the front of the car . . . with her
tit's exposed completely  . . .while four men watched lustfully.

   I could hear my wife moan as her fingers first touched the
sensitive area between her legs.  She had allowed her head to lean
back against the front seat and thus unknowingly had allowed the
passengers in the back a better view of her motions.   Tom continued
rubbing Jayne's tit's and it became quite apparent that she was
beginning to lose herself in her lust, when she was jolted back to
reality by Mike's sudden comment.  "Oh shit, I guess I'd better get
some gas in this beast!" he blurted out "There's a gas station!".
Jayne quickly pulled herself up and even though she couldn't see
anything because of the blindfold, she tried to prepare herself for
the stop.   Mike wasn't about to allow my wife any dignity though as
he in an angry tone snapped at her "Did I tell you to stop Jayne?".
My now timid and somewhat defeated wife replied "No Mike, you
didn't" in a sheepish tone.  Mike shone another evil grin to his
buddies as he pulled into the gas station "Well then get that skirt
back up and start playing with that wet cunt of yours Jayne".

    I was stunned that this man would speak to my wife in such a
vulgar tone and even more amazed to see my wife quickly obey his
demand, as she raised up her skirt once more and began feverishly
rubbing her vaginal area.  Mike McKee leaned towards the window as
the gas attendant came out of the garage, "Mr.McKee what can we do
for ya?" the older man inquired.  "Hi there Bert, just fill her up"
Mike replied as he watched with amusement while the older gas server
peered in and saw my wife.  "Ah .... Okay, sure Mr.McKee!" he said
as he took a good long glance at the half naked female sitting
between Mike McKee and Richard Ingram.  I could hear a couple of
chuckles within the car, plus Jayne quietly comment "Oh my God, who
is it Mike . . . do I know him?".  Bert the gas attendant then took
a deliberate approach to cleaning the Lincoln's windshield, making
sure he got a good long view of the lady in the front seat.

  The free show finally came to an end as the car was filled up and
Bert once again poked his head inside the window to get his money.
As Mike handed him a twenty he could see the interest the old gas
attendant had in Jayne, "So how do you like our friend here Bert?"
Mike asked.  The gas jockey broke into a huge grin, "She's an
attractive woman Mr.McKee, how come she has that blindfold on
though?".   Mike laughed as he continued chatting away as if it was
a normal situation that we were in, "Well Bert, this lady is our
entertainment for the night" he chuckled.  "She loves to show off
and loves playing the part of a tramp, don't you Jayne honey?" Mike
sarcastically asked.  After a brief minute and a poke in the ribs
from Richard, Jayne realized it was her duty to play along.  With a
slight whimper she responded, "Yes, I like being a tramp!".  Mike
McKee once again grinned from ear to ear as he knew he had my wife
in a position of control, "She is a pretty thing though Bert, here
let me show you.  Jayne close your eyes and don't open them my
little tramp".  Mike McKee then went about removing the blindfold
temporarily so Bert the gas attendant could see his prize.  "Oh yes
Mr.McKee she is a beautiful woman" Bert remarked with praise, little
did he know that her husband was sitting in the back seat of the
car.  "Yeah she is and take a look at these tit's Bert" Mike
continued his spectacle as he pulled open Jayne's blouse to reveal
her now very perky breasts.  "Aren't they great?" he said with great
satisfaction, Bert almost in a trance now simply  nodded in
agreement.

  Mike's next comment caused a stir within the car, particularly
from Jayne and myself.   "Well Bert for doing such a nice job on the
windshield, how would you like to feel those nice titties?" Mike
calmly stated as he replaced the blindfold over my wife's eyes.
From the rear seat I could hear Jayne say in a hushed tone, "Please
Mike, no!".  Bert's eyes lit up, "Really, would you let me do that
Mr.McKee?".  As the gas attendant stood with anticipation, Mike
leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear . . . I'm not sure what
he said, but it was only a second later that I was once again taken
back by her reaction.  Mike reaffirmed to Bert that it was okay, "Oh
yeah Bert, in fact my little tease wants you to touch them don't you
Jayne baby?".  A muffled response came from Jayne in front of me,
"Yes . . . please feel my tit's . . . I like to have them played
with!".  The enthused attendant wasted no time reaching in across
Mike McKee to get a free feel, "Nice and full aren't they Bert?  Go
ahead pinch the nipples, you like them pinched don't you Jayne
dear?" Mike commented as he continued his fun.  My wife reluctantly
replied, "Yes I do Mike!". The elderly man was soon squeezing and
pinching my wife's breasts and although Jayne was in a terribly
humiliating position, in the periodic silence of the car you could
hear her heavy breathing.  Once Mike had decided that the old gent
had enough enjoyment to insure a sizable hard on for the rest of the
evening, he explained that it was time to move on.  As he pulled the
big Lincoln out of the gas station Mike remarked with that sly grin
of his again, "Yep Jayne, we got places to go honey . . . people to
see.  I guess you can put that skirt back down for now, don't want
everybody getting a peek of it!" he chuckled.  I know Jayne and I
could hardly wait to find out what our tormentors had planned for
us.


Home, home on the Ranch:
 
   We continued on along hwy 46 out of the town into the evening
dusk.   Although Mike hadn't stated where we were going, it appeared
we were headed towards his large ranch about 3 miles out of town.
Jayne continued to sit in the front seat between Mike and Richard
with her blouse partially open and the blindfold over her eyes.
Richard was quite happy to point out that the cooler evening air
that was rushing in through the open windows was having quite a
profound effect on Jayne's erect nipples.  He giggled like a little
kid as he reached over and tweaked one then the other nipple, just
another indignity that Jayne was forced to endure.

   We eventually reached the sideroad that led to the McKee ranch
which was about another couple of miles off the main road.  As we
turned into the large stone gateway and headed up the long laneway,
I finally realized just how private and secluded Mike's ranch was .
. . and also how little chance there was of leaving the it without
getting a ride out.  Pulling the Lincoln up to the four-pillar front
of his house Mike encouragingly announced, "Well guys and gal we're
here.  Tom and Richard, help guide our lady friend into the house".
As we all got out of the car, I started to follow Jayne and her two
guides towards the house when Mike grabbed me by the arm "Hold on
there Bill!".  Pulling me off to the side he calmly stated, "Bill,
your sweet little wife embarrassed my Lorna out in public last week
and you know the old McKee motto Bill . . .  an eye for an eye. So
it's my duty to extract revenge on your wife tonight Bill old buddy
and you're gonna allow it to happen.  Because it's better for little
Jayne to be humbled and embarrassed than for you to lose everything
. . . right buddy?".   I numbly shook my head in agreement, somewhat
confused and unaware that I was now about to hand my wife totally
over to these four dominate men.  Adding further insult, Mike added
"Oh by the way Bill, grab the bag of goodies Jayne picked up at the
store".

   I went back to the car and grabbed the bag as the others headed
in the house,  I tried to hurry as I didn't want to leave Jayne
alone with the four men for too long.  As I entered the house I
could hear voices, voices that were different from the four men.  I
hurried into the huge games room of the house and found that Mike
had Richard Ingram in the process of hand cuffing my wife's hands
behind her back, I was also stunned to find out that the voices I
had heard belonged to Mike McKee's college age son Billy . . . and
two of his school buddies.   I entered just as Jayne was objecting
"No, Please Mike . . . who is in here . . . please untie me!
Where's Bill?".  Mike and his friends just laughed and taunted
Jayne, before getting me to at least acknowledge that I was there to
soothe her fears.  "Okay Jayne, it's time for you to give us some
entertainment" Mike exclaimed.  As Jayne whimpered slightly Mike
walked over and once again whispered something to my wife, she then
shook her head in an affirmative manner as she said "Okay, I'll do
what you want Mike!".  With a victory in hand, Mike McKee grasped
for further control as he snapped back "Jayne you'll address me when
answering as Michael, Sir or Master Michael!".   My wife readdress
her reply "Yes Michael, I'll obey you!".

    The group of men whooped it up and began passing out drinks.
Billy and his two buddies gave high fives to the older men as they
gathered around the bar and waited for the show.  Billy McKee was
your typical young good looking, arrogant rich kid who always got
what he wanted.  His two friends were Dylan Lang, a handsome blonde
haired kid from out west somewhere and Luke Smith, a 6'4  two
hundred lb black fellow who was a school football star from
Cleveland, Ohio.  All three of them were in their early twenties and
obviously eager to try and outdo the older men in vulgarity.

   Mike got Scottie Miller to lead Jayne to the middle of the room,
to a chorus of cat calls, lewd comments and whistles she stood
nervously.  From my location I stared at my lovely wife in
vulnerable state . . . with her blouse still partially open, the
pretty blue skirt back in place and high heel shoes . . . I could
see why these seven men sat in awe of my blindfolded hand cuffed
wife.  I was awakened from my temporary daze as Mike strolled up to
me, "Here you go Bill" he said as he handed me a pair of scissors.
With a dumb founded look upon my face, Mike proceeded in a hush tone
to explain  "Bill you're gonna go up there and prepare your wife for
us . . . you'll cut her blouse and skirt off of her body with those
scissors . . . just consider it a ceremony of sort , an act of you
offering your wife to us!".    I stammered "But . . . but Mike, I
can't do that. Jayne means everything to me!".  The older man gave a
cold stare in return, "Well if that's the case then, you'll do as we
say!" he retorted in a stern cold tone.

  I knew I had no choice as he walked toward Jayne.  In a low
apologetic voice I said,  "I'm sorry honey" as I placed the scissors
at the sleeve of her blouse and began cutting.  In no time the
blouse fell from her body and her 36" tit's were on display for all
to see.   To a large cheer I then started on her skirt, the material
cut away remarkably easy and before Jayne knew it . . . she stood
completely naked in front of the group.  I turned towards Mike
again, with a satisfied grin upon his face he motioned to me to sit
in a nearby chair as he spoke "Great fuck'in body Jayne. Now slowly
turn around so we can see it from every angle".  Jayne nervously
obliged, slowly turning around in her high heels.  "Very nice . . .
very nice indeed. Isn't she gents?"  Mike asked of his counterparts.
As the men nodded and vocally added their agreement, Mike sauntered
up to my defenseless wife.  "Spread your legs apart Jayne" Mike
ordered as roughly squeezed her left breast.   Gingerly moving her
feet apart until they were spread approximately 2 feet apart, Jayne
then felt Mike's hand begin to descend down the front of her body.
She trembled slightly as his probing fingers neared her neatly
trimmed vaginal area.  "Do you like that Jayne?" he queried as his
fingers began rubbing the little blonde hair around her clitoris and
then finally her clit itself.  Forgetting the position that she was
in, Jayne momentarily cooed "Oh Yes . . . Yes I do".  "That's good
Jayne that you enjoy it, but a good slut makes sure her men are
served first . . . you do want to be a good slut don't you Jayne?".
Her head slowly lowered and even with the blindfold covering a
portion of her face, I could tell she was totally embarrassed as she
replied, "Yes I do Michael, I only want to please you!".

   Obviously Mike was pleased with my wife's response as he pressed
his lips against hers and gave her a long hard kiss.  "Very good
answer my slut, you'll be a very special treat for us tonight. Now
Richard and Tom are going to help you to your knees Jayne . . . it
is time for you to please us!".  I watched in horror as Richard
Ingram and Tom Scott steadied Jayne by the arms as she lowered
herself to her knees.  Once in this submissive position of hands
behind her back, eyes covered and kneeling . . . Mike moved directly
in front of my wife and lowered his trousers.  He moved until his
the tip of his thick hard cock rubbed lightly on her lips,
eventually Jayne's lips parted and I was forced to watch as another
man's member entered my wife's soft mouth.  Mike's cock continued to
grow with Jayne's oral attention, it was quite obvious that Mike
McKee's cock was larger than my own . . . but then again it seemed
everything of Mike's was bigger and better than mine.

  Mike proceeded to get in a slow methodical back and forth motion,
pushing his 8" cock a little further into my wife's mouth with each
thrust.  At one point I decided to try and stop the insanity that
was occurring, but as I started to get up I was thrown back down
into the chair and given a verbal threat from Tom Scott.  It took
close to twenty minutes before Mike McKee finally unloaded a huge
amount of cum onto Jayne's face and upper body.  No sooner had Mike
stepped back from Jayne and Richard Ingram stepped up in to his
place, quickly extracting his cock for my wife to tend to.   Once
again Jayne parted her lips and once again a large strange cock slid
into her mouth, the rest of the men cheered the captive wife and her
actions.  Since the rest of the group were getting anxious, Mike
decided that Jayne was now enough under his control that it was safe
to uncuff her hands.  As soon as he took the restraints off he gave
Jayne precise instructions, "You try anything foolish Jayne and
we'll take you out back swat your ass. Your hands are free now for
one reason and only one reason my little slut . . . and that is so
you can pleasure more of us at once!".  Mike then motioned for Tom
Scott to step up.  With a grin on his face Tom stepped out of his
pants and pulled off his shirt, he walked over to the one side of
Jayne and guided her hand to his rapidly growing hardon.

   Mike surveyed the scene he was directing and decided to change a
few things, "Richard remove the blindfold from our lovely piece of
ass, I want to see the look on her face as she obediently serves
us!". Richard reached down and pulled the blindfold from my wife's
head, for the first time since we left the convenience store Jayne
was able to see what was happening to her.  I noticed that she was
able to peek to the side and finally see who the other people in the
room were, seeing the three young men she slowly closed her eyes to
hide her embarrassment as she continued accepting Richards cock into
her mouth. Upon seeing my wife's reaction to his son and two
friends, Mike McKee took great delight in adding them to the action
as soon as possible.  "Billy! Come on over here boy and have some
fun with our guest here!" Mike roared.

   The strapping six foot plus Billy came wandering over to where
Jayne was knelt and with a little encouragement from dad, soon had
his cock pulled out of his pants.  My wife peered towards the
younger man's tool and soon then felt Richard Ingram with his hand
placed upon her head guide her awaiting mouth off of his erect dick
and unto that of the young college lad.  Jayne was then alternated
between the two men, until Richard Ingram finally exploded with a
large collection of cum . . . most of which Jayne was able to
swallow, but a portion of which ended up on her face and chest.

   Over the next forty minutes each of the men took his turn placing
their erect cocks into my wife's mouth.  Jayne had just finished
satisfying the young Dylan Lang, his hard cock going limp as he too
sprayed his offering unto her upper chest area . . .  as he stepped
out of the way, my wife looked in stunned silence as Luke Smith the
huge football player lowered his pants.  Jayne was astounded to see
the size of his black cock as it popped out of his trousers, not
even erect yet it looked as though it was a good 10 inches and
growing.  The large colored athlete grinned at my wife as he wagged
his cock in his hand with obvious pride.  The older men just laughed
at my wife's facial expression as Luke walked towards her with his
large member in hand . . . once directly in front of her he placed
the tip of it up to her lips.  "Here you go white mama, a nice big
black cock for those pretty little lips!" he sarcastically stated as
he pushed his cock into my wife's mouth.  I watched in horror as
Jayne reluctantly accepted his huge pole, the black skin glistening
as he pulled out slightly before thrusting it further in.  She
miraculously was able to take almost three-quarters of it into her
mouth before gagging slightly.  I sat angered as Mike McKee
commented on how Luke was stretching that pretty little mouth to the
limit, "Yep boys, look at her slurp on that black cock. I think our
innocent housewife likes it! Don't you?".  Several of the men agreed
with Mike's evaluation and I noticed that Jayne's face turned a
slight tinge of crimson from the embarrassing comment.  I felt so
ashamed that my stupidity had gotten my wife into such a humiliating
position with these rich and powerful men, but I also knew that I
couldn't change my stance now for fear of losing her for good.

   The young athletic black man pumped his manhood in and out of my
sweet wife's mouth for close to twenty minutes, before spilling his
large offering between her lips and down onto her chest.  Mike McKee
continued his dominance over Jayne as he demanded that she collect
up the entire sticky residue that was coating her upper chest area
and lick it up for nourishment.  My wife obediently followed his
strict orders as she gingerly licked off her fingers of the
collected liquid, once sufficiently completing her task . . . Mike
allowed her to go to the washroom to clean up before they continued
the evenings activities . . . before they further humiliated her.
 

My wife becomes an Entertainer:

   I tried to break a small smile upon my face towards Jayne as she
returned to the room, even after what she had just been through . .
. she looked so beautiful and sexy as she strolled across the room,
completely naked except for her high heel shoes.  It was evident as
she confidently walked back over to the group of men, that she was
beyond being embarrassed over her nudity amongst the seven men . . .
but that confidence was about to be shattered with what Mike and his
friends was about to make her do next.

    The men were getting quite drunk now as the beer was being
consumed quickly and freely, several of them had lit up the cigars
that Jayne had bought back at the convince store which left a
terrible stench in the room.  "Well Jayne honey, welcome back. You
look great again now baby!" Mike commented as he reached up and
tweaked her one nipple.  My wife gave Mike a evil stare, but it had
little effect on the rich real estate broker.  "Here Jayne have a
drink, you're probably thirsty after sucking on all our cocks!" Mike
said with a sarcastic laugh as he handed my wife a glass tumbler of
liquid.  Although my wife inquired what the drink was, she received
no direct hint from Mike what it was before she gulped it down.  It
was a few minutes later that Tom Scott walked over to where I was
confined and was so gracious to inform me that the drink had
consisted of booze and a couple of drugs that would give Jayne an
uncontrollable aphrodisiac urge, making her a fun gal tonight.  I
winced at the thought of what they were about to do to my wife and
yet had no hope of stopping it..

  "Okay Jayne sweetheart, it's ShowTime! So please get down on the
floor and prepare to entertain us all" Mike instructed.  Jayne
slowly lowered herself on to the carpeted gamesroom floor and
awaited further instructions.  As the six other men pulled up chairs
into a semi circle around Jayne on the floor, Mike went over to
where the grocery bags had been placed and reached in then sauntered
back over to the group.  "Here you go Jayne our kinky slut"  Mike
stated as he handed my wife the fresh cucumber she had purchased at
the store "Lets see what you use that cucumber as you would a real
cock sweetie!".

   Jayne looked at him in bewilderment, "What do you mean?" she
asked.  Mike quickly retorted  "Go on, just like the tramp you are
Jayne, lay back and pretend that cucumber is a man's cock . . . suck
it, lick it, caress it and then use it on yourself!".   Jayne's eyes
showed signs of a few tears, "But Mike ...".  But before she could
finish she was interrupted "Go on Jayne . . . or else!" Mike barked.
I wasn't sure what the "or else" meant, but obviously my wife did,
she slowly laid her back down onto the carpeted floor and moved the
large green vegetable up to her lips.  Closing her eyes, so that she
didn't have to see her enthusiastic audience . . . she slowly began
sucking the cucumber just as she had the real cocks earlier.

   What then unfolded had to be unspeakably humiliating for my poor
wife Jayne.  As she began giving simulated oral sex to the vegetable
prop, the group of men started giving her instructions as what they
wanted to see.

  "Okay Jayne baby . . . reach down and play with your pussy as you
suck it!" Richard commanded.  Jayne did as demanded.

   "I want to see you take it all in your mouth honey, I want to see
your lips completely around that green cock!" Tom Scott said with a
chuckle.  "Ah if she can take Luke's black snake in her mouth, that
cucumber should be a piece of cake!" Billy McKee rudely injected.
Amazingly, my wife was able to comply to his bizarre demand . . . as
the whole cucumber diameter was somehow slipped between her
immensely stretched lips.

  "Insert a couple of fingers into that pussy Jayne sweetie . . .
get it wet for the cucumber" Scottie Miller quickly added.  "Yeah
that's it, all the way in . . . doesn't it feel good Jayne?" he
continued as he and the others watched my wife do as they wished.
Jayne was now oblivious to their rude comments and was in a world of
her own sexual bliss, although it did seem she nodded an agreement
to his statement as she continued her choreographed movements.

    "Now Jayne . . .  we want you to move the cucumber down to that
hot little pussy" Mike McKee instructed next  "You know you want to
feel it inside of you Jayne .. just like one of our cocks would
feel!".  I watched intently as my normally shy wife obediently moved
the large oblong vegetable downward until it rested between her
outstretched legs.  After rubbing it around the outside of her
vagina several times, the green skin of the cucumber was already
coated with her juices . . .  it was shortly thereafter that she
began gingerly inserting the cock like item inward.

    "Ohhhh .... Oh my God!"  she moaned as it began its entrance
into her body, the group of men surrounding her cheered their
approval.  With both hands on the cucumber, Jayne began a slow but
continual in and out movement . . . inching a little more of the
cucumber in with each thrust.  Mike McKee motioned for Scottie
Miller to kneel down next to my wife and begin squeezing her 36"
tits to help arouse their female playmate.

   "Ohhh yessss!"  my wife cried out as Scottie roughly squeezed her
mounds of flesh, periodically pinching her nipples between his thumb
and forefinger.  "Yes boys I think our naughty little tramp really
enjoys all this attention!  Don't you honey?" Mike said aloud . . .
sounding more as a statement than a posing a question.   As Jayne
responded in a positive manner to his treatment, Scottie Miller's
next move was to pour some of  his ice cold beer upon her jiggling
titties and then bend over and eagerly lap up the substance off of
her soft skin.   Other than a little yelp because of sudden coldness
upon her body, Jayne barely slowed her use of the cucumber.  "mmmm .
. . taste even better than out of the bottle guys" he expressed to
the rest of the men.

  As the men sat around Jayne, several of the horny bastards were
now stroking their hard cocks as they watched my wife's performance.
Convinced that it was time to take my wife to the next level of his
kinky escapades, Mike McKee walked over to the grocery bag and
pulled out the banana.  As he moved back over to where the group
were gathered he slowly peeled the banana and handed it to Jayne
laying on the floor.  "Okay Jayne our sweet little slut, we want to
see you deep throat this banana as you continue fucking yourself
with the cucumber!".

   My poor wife who was now completely under Mike and his gang of
friends control, between the lethal drink and their dominating
techniques Jayne was a helpless victim as she continued her crude
sex show. Considering that she probably was quite drunk from the
drink, I was surprised at coordination she exhibited as she
continued to work the cucumber with her one hand on her vagina while
using the other to move the banana in and out of her mouth.

  It was about this point that I noticed the flash of light.  I
twisted around in my chair as best as I could with my hands bound in
place, to my surprise there was Lorna (Mike's wife) and the other
two wives peeking around the corner of the French doors that went
into the livingroom area.  Richard Ingrams wife Brenda had the
camera pointed towards where Jayne was laying on the floor, with her
eyes closed and in an intoxicated state though . . . Jayne never
even noticed.  Lorna and Tom Millers wife Sheila, both had small
camcorders in their hands and seemed to be taking turns filming the
action within the room.  I desperately wanted to warn my wife about
the presence of the other wives and their recording devices, but
something kept me from speaking out.

    Over in the middle of the room the group of men were still
continuing their verbal abuse, "Hey Jayne, I bet you didn't realize
that fruit and vegetables could be so good for you?" Richard
commented.  "Look at how fucking wet that cucumber is!" Kyle Lang
shouted,  "Just imagine how wet her twat must be".

   Mike McKee just chuckled at the younger mans comments as he spoke
up, "Well Kyle, I think she likes performing for us . . . don't you
boys?".   The group hooted a "Hell Yes, she does!".

    Mike continued with his harassment of my wife, "Now tell me
truthfully Jayne honey . . .  do you like performing for this
appreciative crowd?"

    "Yes . . . Yes, I love all your comments!" Jayne eventually
replied with a little coaxing. As I sat and listened to her reply, I
wasn't sure if my wife was answering with a sound mind or whether
her response was influenced by the alcohol and drug presence.
Either way, the two wives with camcorders were recording the
positive response.

   "Yes I thought so Jayne!"  Mike gleefully continued "You enjoy
performing . . . you enjoy doing these humiliating little stunts for
us . . .  you enjoy being a slut, don't you Jayne honey?".

  I waiting for my wife to respond, to tell Mike that she didn't
like being treated in such a disgusting manner.  But my heart sank
once she did respond though.  "Yes! Yes!  I love pleasing you and
the others Mike . . .  I'll do anything you want. I'm your toy!"
Jayne cried out as she obviously reached her first orgasm with the
cucumber.  I noticed Mike was virtually wetting his chops with
anticipation of what he might do next with my submissive wife.

Jayne becomes a Sex Slave:       

    As Jayne laid recovering on the floor from her first orgasm,
Mike had silently walked over to the far side of the room and
grabbed a bag.  Once returning to where Jayne laid, he summoned
Scottie Miller to assist him.  He reached into the bag and pulled
out a leather collar and as Jayne laid on the floor Scottie placed
it around her dainty neck and then attached a leash to it.  Mike
then handed two small rings to Scottie, which turned out to be a
pair of clip on nipple rings.

   "Oww  eea" Jayne expressed as Scottie clipped first one , then
the other onto her rock hard nipples. The two men then rolled Jayne
onto her back, Mike then pulled out of the bag a can of shaving
cream and a razor.  Before my wife realized what they were doing to
her, her once neatly trimmed blondish hair between her legs was
completely gone.

   "Okay Jayne, you are now our slave to do with as we please!" Mike
instructed "You'll do as we request or risk being punished! You'll
respond to your name SlutJayne and you'll address me Master Mike and
the rest of the guys as Master's Friends . . . do you understand
SlutJayne?".   My wife in a dazed look obediently acknowledged Mike
with a shake of her head.  "Good girl!" Mike said with a smile "Now
rise SlutJayne and let all my friends touch your body wherever they
wish".

    Jayne was a little wobbly as she got to her feet, Mike then led
her in the humiliating manner of pulling on the leash which was
attached to the large leather collar that now adorned her neck till
she stood directly in front of Richard Ingram was seated.  With a
huge grin on his face Richard reached up and placed one . . . then
two fingers into my wife's vagina.  I could see him begin moving
them in and out as Jayne stood rigidly in front as expected, her
eyes slightly closed with legs spread to give her Mike's friend an
easier access.  "Damn she's wet Mike!" Richard exclaimed.

   Mike then pulled on the leash and it was time for Jayne to move
to the next man.  Young Kyle Lang was next in line and he was more
interested in my wife's tits.  He pinched them, squeezed them,
leaned forward in his chair and sucked on them vigorously.  The
young mans tongue flicked at the attached nipple rings, giving my
wife a strange tingle.  Jayne simply closed her eyes as she stood
before the young man and moaned quietly while he continued to play
with her 36" mounds of flesh.  After several minutes it was on to
the next man, Scottie Miller instructed Jayne to turn around and
bend over placing her hands on her knees.  Jayne did a slow turn and
bent over so her bare buttocks stared Scottie directly in the face.
After a mock facial expression of licking his lips in anticipation,
Scottie Miller placed both of his large hands on my wife's soft
buttocks and initially began rubbing both of Jayne's ass cheeks.
Slowly his one hand drifted toward her anal opening and while using
his other free hand to gently part her ass cheeks, Jayne soon felt
his index finger probing her anus.

   "Ohh nooo, please not that!"  Jayne pleaded as Scottie inserted
his finger.  Although her initial reaction to the penetration, was
one of trying to reject his entrance.  Once Scottie (with Mike's
assistance, as he held my wife in place so she couldn't move away
from the other man's intrusion) gained entry with his finger . . .
I noticed that Jayne was soon moving her butt in a motion to assist
his in and out motion.  It was quite evident that as Scottie's
finger explored my wife's anal opening, she was finding it to be a
rather pleasurable feeling.

   After several minutes of anal fingering, Mike moved Jayne onto
the next man in the circle.  It was now young Billy McKee's turn
with Jayne.  He wasted no time in leaning my wife into the chair he
had been seated in and then spreading her legs wide apart.  Mike's
son soon had his face buried in Jayne's lap and was eagerly licking
away at her newly shaven pussy.

   'Ohhhh my ! mmmm" Jayne cried out shamelessly.  Although this act
was giving my wife great pleasure, it was also degrading for her as
Mike made his son cease his oral attention upon her . . .  just as
Jayne was reaching an orgasmic plateau.  With a dazed and confused
look towards Billy and then Mike, Jayne virtually begged for Billy
to continue.  "Mike . . . please don't make him stop ... please!".

   Mike once again had that satisfied look of being completely in
control as he grinned and then stated, "You want more SlutJayne?
Well then get down on your knees and beg for it . . . NOW SLUT!  And
don't forget to call me Master"  Mike barked as he tugged on the
leash leading to the collar around Jayne's neck. I couldn't believe
how fast my wife scampered down onto her knees and pleaded for more
sexual pleasure. "Oh Please Master . . . please allow me to have
pleasure!" my wife cried out in an undignified manner. "That's
better my Slut!  Now get in a doggie position and maybe I'll allow
one of my friends to fuck you, while you suck a couple of the others
off!".

   I watched in disbelief as Jayne once again obediently got into
the position that Mike had commanded her to, perched like a waiting
k9.  It now was almost as though Jayne was getting off on the lewd
and degrading manner in which Mike was speaking to her in . . . it
also seemed as she totally oblivious to the fact that her husband
was watching all the proceedings as she continued her actions of
lust.

   I was equally distressed to see that it was Luke Smith the large
black college fellow that had positioned himself behind my wife and
was preparing to screw her.  I was sure that his 11 plus inch black
cock would be too large for Jayne to handle, yet there he was on his
knees behind her and rubbing the head of his member along the
opening of her pussy.  Then slowly he began to slide it in, Jayne
let out a  long moan as it pierced her  "Ohh  God .... Ahh Yessss!!!
That feels so good hon!".   I couldn't believe my ears, here my wife
was not only accepting this huge black cock . . . but was enjoying
it immensely.  Mike soon had positioned himself and Kyle Lang with
pants down and dicks out directly in front of my wife.   "Come on
SlutJayne, suck on our two cocks while you fuck young Luke!"  he
commanded as the two men both pushed their impending hardons in
front of Jayne's face "A good slut can do two or more at once
honey!".

   Jayne moaned again as her lips engulfed first Mike's hardness and
then alternated over to the younger Kyle Lang's stiffness, all while
the black man Luke kept plunging his dick into her.  "Oh yeah!  Oh
God that feels good, you know Mr. McKee your girl here is a pretty
good fuck for an older babe."  Luke graciously commented between
thrusts into my wife.  "Why that's very nice of you Luke! SlutJayne
wasn't that nice of Luke to say? That you're a good screw for a gal
your age?" Mike sarcastically stated to Jayne "I think you should
thank the young man for being so respectful of older women!".  Of
course my wife could not respond vocally while having a cock in her
mouth, so Mike pulled his erection from between her lips and then
playfully swatted her across the face with his dripping tool a
couple of times before posing the remark to Jayne again.
"SlutJayne, don't you think you should thank our young friend for
being so generous with his comments and his big black cock??  Let's
hear you say . . . Thank you Mr. Luke for calling me a good fuck and
for filling my cunt up with your beautiful cock!" Mike instructed in
a controlling manner.

    My wife swayed slightly on her hands and knees, moaning slightly
as the athletic black man continued to pump his manhood into her.
She peered up towards Mike as she chose her words carefully, "Yes
Master Mike I should . . . ahhhh mmmm . . . Thank you Mr. Luke for
thinking I'm . . . ohhhh myyyy . . . a good fuck . . . .  ahhhh
yessss . . . and thank you for giving me your beautiful cock!".
Mike McKee had my wife completely in control now, he had humbled her
and no doubt could do almost whatever he wanted to . . . his
humiliating tactics were just beginning.  I felt so helpless sitting
in my chair restrained as I was, yet I was for some reason also
feeling disturbingly aroused.  I could see the erection building in
my shorts as I sat.

    Jayne continued to grunt and groan as Luke Smith continued his
fucking motion, his black balls slapping against her nicely
contoured white ass with each forward plunge.  As Jayne rocked back
and forth from the force of each thrust, I noticed that the two tiny
nipple clamps that were hanging down from her tits were clanging
together like a pair of wind chimes.  My daze of watching my wife's
assault was broken as another flash of the camera went off from the
adjourning room . . . I had almost forgot that the other wives were
still recording my wife's debauchery.  Quietly giggling they
continued to tape and take incriminating photos of Jayne in  her
degrading situation, with no doubt plans to be use them in some
manner against her later.

   As I turned my attention back to Jayne and the three men she was
pleasuring, I watched in silence as Mike and the young Kyle both
shoved their cocks against my wife's soft lips at the same time.
Jayne was forced to part her lips wide enough to at least allow the
head of both cocks access to her mouth, both men smiled contently
once she was successful at taking the two.

   "Aughh . . . Yessss!"  Luke Smith cried out as he finally
extracted his cock from within my wife's womb, in the process
shooting his warm thick cum all over her ass and lower back.  With a
relieved expression upon his face, Luke continued to pump his cock
and spray his offering until he was drained . . . finally  backing
away weak kneed to his chair.  The excitement of the moment must of
effected Mike and Kyle, as I could tell both were not far from
reaching orgasms themselves.  The younger man Kyle was the first to
peak , his warm thick goo shooting onto my wife's face as she
continued taking  Mike McKee's erection between her soft lips.  The
dominate older man just stood and grinned as he continued to force
feed his hardness into Jayne's mouth and watched his younger mate
pump his tool dry.  "I must say, you look very slutty my dear . . .
with cum dripping from your face like that"  Mike sarcastically
commented "You really shouldn't let good cum like that go to waste
SlutJayne . . .  so how about you gather it up and consume it for
us, like a good slut!".

   As if in a trance, Jayne automatically used her free hand to
gather all the sticky goo from her face and upper body and then
placing her fingers to her mouth licked it up as if it were a
nourishing meal.  "Yes . . . that's my good little slut.  Okay who's
next to fuck Jayne our little slutpig here?  She needs cock, don't
you Jayne dear?"   Jayne looked up from her position of being on all
fours and surprisingly shook her head in agreement with Mike McKee's
statement . . . without ever taking her lips off of his cock.
        
            
Conclusion to the night of Kinky Sex:     

   
   Over the next several hours, Mike McKee and his group of friends
continued to use my wife for their numerous kinky and perverted
acts.  She was a sexual animal, complete with her own collar and
leash . . . who they used for their personal satisfaction.  They
each took a turn at screwing my pretty wife, in addition to making
sure that she attended orally to each of their cocks again and
again.  At one point she had four of the brutes assaulting her body
at once.  Richard Ingram being sucked off,  Scottie had laid down so
that she could ride upon his erection while Billy McKee roughly
fondled her swaying breasts from the side and finally Mike McKee
himself had positioned directly behind Jayne as his hardon pointed
menacingly at the opening of her anus.  Although he rubbed the tip
of his cock all about her ass, thankfully the villainous rich real
estate agent took enough pity upon my wife that he never did
penetrate her anal canal with his cock.   He did however end up
shoving a small wand, which had several size variations to help
stimulate my wife's virgin asshole.  I was surprised at the extent
that my normally shy wife went completely delirious by this little
devise Mike McKee used on her, she was overwhelmed with a sexual
passion I had never witnessed her have before.

   The final act of humiliation that the group bestowed upon my poor
wife was when they held her down spread-eagled on the carpeted
floor, Tom Scott holding her hands well above her head while Luke
Smith and Scottie Miller held one leg each . . . well apart.  The
kingpin Mike McKee carefully knelt down beside Jayne and then
proceeded to pull out of another duffel bag a huge rubber vibrator.
He slowly moved it down to between my wife's outstretched legs,
"You'll like this Jayne sweetie!" Mike stated with an evil grin as
he slowly began to insert the huge cock like toy into her vagina.
"Oh God" Jayne wailed as he continued to shove more and more of the
vibrator into her body.  Once Mike had the large item inserted into
Jayne to the desired depth he reached to a small switch on the
bottom of the devise, "Okay Jayne our little slut hang on" Mike
chuckled as he pushed the switch on.

   "Ohhh   my . . . "  my wife squealed as the life like vibrator
began a low hum.  "I think SlutJayne would prefer a little higher
speed! Don't you fellows?" Mike commented as he turned the base of
the vibrator and the humming became louder and steadier.

   "Ohhh  God" Jayne exclaimed "Please no faster Mike! It's driving
me crazy!".  The demonic real estate broker gave that evil grin
again as he stated to no one in particular, "What was that?  Did I
hear our gal say she wanted more motion?".  Several of the men
laughed as Mike reached down and turned the speed knob up a little
more.

   "Aughh . . . mmmm . .. . Oh please!"  Jayne cried out again.

  The group held Jayne in place for twenty-five minutes or more with
the vibrator buried deep inside her aroused vagina.  I can't say for
sure how many orgasms she had, as she seemed to convulse several
times during the period and finally laid totally exhausted on the
floor after Mike and his friends were through tormenting her.  The
last scene to unfold was when young Billy McKee and his friend Kyle
proceeded to stand above Jayne and while the vibrator still purred
away embedded in her, they proceeded to jack off on my poor still
disoriented wife. Their gooey substance splashed down onto Jayne's
exhausted body, "There you go Jayne, one last bit of cum for our
eager Slut!" Mike stated as the two younger men backed away from
where she laid.

   Once the men had cleared away, it was now the three wives turn to
step up and take over the taunting. No longer concerned that they
not be seen, the three gathered around my wife like a pack of wolves
. . . videotaping and snapping pictures with their cameras.  I
watched helplessly as they took shots of Jayne from every angle and
position . . .  shots of her makeup smeared face . . . photo angles
that showed her cum covered body . . .  explicit shots of her tits
with the little clamps still clinging to her nipples.  Sheila Miller
even knelt down between Jayne's legs to position herself so that she
had a clear photo shot looking up between my wife's still
outstretched legs to take a picture of the vibrator slowly easing
it's way out from between her pussy lips.

  I could see that Lorna McKee was getting great delight out of
Jayne's humiliation as she was now operating the video camera. The
slightly older woman finally knelt down beside my wife and as she
stroked her perfectly manicured fingernails across Jayne's flush
cheeks, quietly commented "Oh Jayne honey, you've been a very
naughty girl tonight and I'm afraid we've got it totally recorded"
she laughed. Slowly her hand moved downward and tweaked the nipple
clamps, "Yes, I don't suppose you want your family . . . friends . .
. or anyone in the community knowing what a nasty little tramp you
are do you?" Lorna inquired.  Without even receiving an answer to
her question, Lorna continued "So since you don't want the records
of tonight's little orgy getting out to the public Jayne, we expect
you to be our little sex slave . . . if you think the boys had fun
with you honey, just wait till next week when us girls use your body
for pleasure!".  Lorna let loose with an evil laugh as she rose back
to a standing position and her husband Mike walked up to her side.
"Oh yes SlutJayne in three weeks Michael has his annual Real Estate
Stag party and he expects you to be attendance . . . you will be in
attendance won't you my dear?" Lorna asked in a very sarcastic tone.
I looked down at my wife and watched as she feebly nodded her head
in an affirmative manner.  "That's good Jayne dear, because you will
be the only female attending and Michael's associates do need to be
entertained . . . ha ha ha  . . . right honey? Lorna cackled as she
placed the question to her husband.  "Oh that's right dear" Mike
McKee responded "Our little SlutJayne will be expected to be the
life of the party. So maybe we better let her head home to rest up
for the upcoming engagements."

   He then turned his attention towards me "Oh Bill, the Ingram's
will give you and your slut wife a ride home.  Take good care of our
investment and also Bill don't bother having sex with her over the
next three weeks . . . one of us fine gentlemen will look after any
sexual needs she might have over that time period." he instructed me
as Scott Miller untied my hands.  As I was receiving my
instructions, one of the wives cleaned Jayne up with a warm towel
and then threw a large overcoat over my wife's naked body.

   On the ride home Jayne leaned against me in the car, totally
spent from the evening activities.  I was surprised how nonchalantly
Richard and Betty Ingram's chatted with me as if nothing wrong had
happened over the past few hours.  I assisted Jayne in from the car
and placed her in bed , it was late the next day before she emerged
from the bed.  I was surprised that she was smiling and seemed to be
in a good mood.  I inquired to how she was feeling . . .  and she
stated that she was good other than her nipples and vagina seemed to
be sore. As it turned out because of the drug Jayne had been given,
she remembered very little of the evening of perversion and
humiliation at The McKee Mansion.  She eventually remembered parts
of the evening . . .  the ride out to the McKee ranch, dinner at the
restaurant, ect . .  the real nasty events were lost to her.  Which
was probably best.

   Jayne has received her invite out to McKee's again for the
upcoming weekend though, she thinks it's a ladies tea party . . .
but I know better.  I'd try to stop her from going, but I'm unsure
how to explain why not to go.  Then next weekend is the big stag
party . . .  what am I suppose to do ????

To Be Continued ??


  Well there you have the initial story. Would enjoy hearing any
feedback on whether to continue the series or if anyone else would
like to write a continuing chapter?  Feel free to write to
badandy2@hotmail.com

