
Honeymoon Wedding Gift - Chapter 3

After the episode with Kenny I was really paranoid that Mary
might return any day and subject Karen to untold sexual
humiliation and abuse.  I kept close tabs on Karen and
called her from work several times a day.  Fortunately
nothing happened and I never heard from Mary again over the
next several months... That is not until about six weeks
before our anniversary when a letter arrived announcing that
we were the 'lucky newlyweds of last year' and had won a
free week back at the secluded hideaway in Massachusetts.  I
didn't want to go back there again even if they paid me but
Karen was overjoyed at the prospect of celebrating our
anniversary back at our honeymoon hideaway.   I figured I'd
agree but then pretend to be sick at the last minute so we
wouldn't have to go.  ...that plan was blown out of the
water a few days later when I received a phone call from
Mary informing me that if we didn't accept our prize and
show up as planned, she would personally bring the videos
over to the house and watch them with Karen.

Six weeks later we were in Massachusetts with John driving
us to the cabin and showing us all the same things again
before offering us a champagne anniversary toast.  Just like
the previous year, Karen's drink was drugged and she was
soon semi-conscious on the sofa while John produced a pair
of handcuffs and shackled me to the same large wooden chair.
That's where the similarity ended as Mary walked in with
three other women.  Knowing Karen's strict religious
upbringing, Mary had diabolically planned to violate my wife
in a different way... by having her engage in lesbian sex.

In no time they had Karen totally stripped on the sofa.  As
one of the women knelt between her legs, the others began
licking and sucking her firm breasts, hardening Karen's
petite pointy nipples.  Karen was obviously enjoying the
sensual sucking as she began to moan and sigh.  Soon she was
hungrily sucking one of the women's tits that was offered to
her lips.  That was replaced by a smoothly shaved pussy as
one of the women straddled Karen's head.  Soon there was
just a tangle of hot naked bodies squirming around on the
large blanket that was spread out on the living room floor.

Several dildos, vibrators and butt plugs were introduced
into the action along with bottles of scented oil as the
women continued to tease and torment my beautiful wife's
young body bringing her close to orgasm several times.  The
action continued for what seemed like an hour with Karen
clearly getting into it, hungrily groping and sucking their
tits, pussies, toes, fingers _ whatever piece of female
flesh she could find.

For the finale, two of the women donned huge strap-on black
dildos _Karen was willing lowered onto one of women's cocks
as it slid easily up her stretched and lubricated ass.  The
second woman entered Karen's swollen young pussy with the
large black plastic cock while the third woman again
straddled Karen's head and pulled her mouth hard into her
smooth dripping pussy.  Mary and John got shots of the
double penetration from every angle as the women screwed
Karen for what seemed like an eternity until Karen came with
a loud scream of pleasure before passing out.  As the final
part of the scene, the women dismounted my wife's now limp
body and forced me to lick their dildo's clean.

The last girl inserted a cock shaped gag into my mouth and
strapped it tight around my head as Mary approached me
laughing as she said, "now your turn my slave".  It was then
that I noticed that the dildo gag in my mouth had a rubber
bulb on the outside just as Mary squeezed it forcing a
bitter liquid down my throat.

Just as had happened exactly one year earlier, Karen and I
woke up together in bed the following morning.   We enjoyed
the rest of the week together before John reappeared at the
appointed time to drive us back to the airport ..again
slipping me a package with two video tapes.

We were both pretty tired from the trip back so when we got
home we headed right for the bedroom and quickly fell asleep
in each others arms.

In the wee hours of the morning I woke up and after checking
that Karen was soundly asleep I slipped downstairs to watch
the videotapes.  The tape of Karen's lesbian orgy was so
clear and crisp I couldn't help but get hard just watching
it.  I began watching the tape of my encounter with the fear
of the unknown, not knowing what Mary had done to me.  My
fears were justified as the tape began with three black men
entering the house and stripping me naked.  As I had feared
a year earlier, they proceeded to use me as their white sex
toy, forcing me to suck their cocks and balls, lick their
toes, and ream their black asses with my tongue.   All that
before they took turns fucking my ass and mouth, unloading
several loads of their salty cum in both orifices.   The
video ended with Mary pouring champagne for the three
blacks, offering a toast to my first anniversary, and the
three of them pissing on my prone body as they downed their
bubbly champagne.

If being turned into  a gay slave and being used by the
three muscular blacks hadn't been enough humiliation, being
pissed on at the end just totally deflated me.   Feeling
broken and abused I headed back upstairs and slipped into
bed.  Karen stirred and rolled closer to me.  She snuggled
closer and began stroking me.  Karen's caresses managed to
overcome my deflated feelings and soon she had me really
hard.  Climbing on top she proceeded to give me a royal
screwing.  It was unusual for Karen to initiate sex and even
more unusual for her to take charge and be on top but who
was I to complain.

After a very satisfying love session, Karen kept talking
about how much she had loved going back to our Honeymoon
Hideaway... how it enhanced our marriage and invigorated and
help release her previously submerged sexual drives.  As she
continued on and on about how wonderful it had been , she
made me promise to take her back there every year for our
anniversary.    What could I do... I guess it wasn't so bad
...giving up our bodies to my wife's sexual fantasies for one
day per year was worth not having it exposed to Karen 
...not to mention the added benefit of Karen's positive
feeling about the secluded vacations.  I was the only one
who had to carry around the knowledge and humiliation of
these sessions in secret silence.

To be continued...

