He is pathetic, Jane told her friend. I can’t stand being
around him. Yes, I hate him for cheating
on me but I swear it’s even worse now that he is sorry about it, he acts so
miserable and pathetic. I don’t know
what happened to the man I married. This
apologetic Michael is even worse than the cheating Michael.
Jane’s friend Missy listened while they sipped glasses of
white wine. Jane described the deteriorating
state of her marriage. Finally Jane
paused and asked “What do I do? This is
the father of my kids, I can’t just dump him.
I mean, I believe the guy I feel in love with is somewhere inside this
piece of shit.” Missy set down her wine glass and looked into Jane's face with
understanding. After many minutes and a
deep sigh she said “He needs to be punished”.
A second bottle of wine was consumed as the women hatched a
plan. After a few google searches and a
half dozen online purchases (that were covertly shipped to Missy’s home
address) the women were ready.
**************************
Michael felt like shit. He fucked up big time. He was
seduced by the thrill and the shallow ego stroke of an affair. It was the worst mistake of his life. He regretted it immediately, almost the
minute after ejaculating on the woman’s face.
He thought, Jane won’t let me do that then abruptly… JANE?!? What have I
done?! He was riddled with guilt. He figured he would just pretend it didn’t
happen but he couldn’t stop thinking about his own stupidity. He broke his sacred vow, he was a liar and a
cheat and had became the type of guy he hated most, a hypocrite. By the third day after his indiscretion he
was sick with guilt. He hadn’t eaten or slept, and at night he tossed and turned
next to his wife in their marital bed. Every time he closed his eyes the movie
reel of his affair played in his head.
He had rationalized the foreplay, the flirting and teasing as harmless and without merit but then why was he deleting his ipad’s history
constantly? He never liked going to
parties at Samuel’s house but he knew she would be there and he accepted the
invitation, also knowing it was a weekend when Jane was at her mother’s house. Then on the day of the party, while he showered,
he shaved his balls, put on cologne and primped in front of the mirror. He rarely drank but in preparation for the
party he had poured himself a scotch. A
Scotch?! He never drank brown liquors. But
looking back he knew, he was summoning up liquid courage, he wanted to taste
the forbidden fruit. Before leaving for
the party he was rock hard. He had to jerk off to relieve his nerves and while
wanking like a zoo monkey he imagined the seductive vixen on her knees sucking
him off, exactly like the way she had described in one her many texts. Harmless my ass, he thought. I am a
fucking idiot!
**************************
The day came, Jane
headed over to Missy’s house early. They
worked on a basic script, they role played the scenarios, they unpacked their
purchases and played with each of them to make sure they knew exactly how each
worked. They had everything planned and both women plopped down on the couch. “Are you sure
about this?” Missy asked Jane. “Ab-soooo-lutely!” Jane replied, drawing out the
syllables. “I am so sick of his shit, and honestly if this doesn’t fix things,
nothing will!” Jane smiled at Missy,
“Seriously thank you, I mean it, fuck marriage counseling, and therapists, and
priests who think they know it all!”
Missy walked over to the bar cart and picked up a bottle of
Fireball “I’ll drink to that!” then both women took a chug directly from the
bottle. “See you at nine.”
Jane said she wanted to go out that night. Michael felt like she had been avoiding him
for weeks so he was quite surprised and excited about Jane’s request for a
night out. He leaned toward her to give
her a hug and she twisted away from him. Michael slumped his shoulders and
spewed at Jane as she wandered down the hallway, “Ok fine, we can go out but I
don’t know why you are asking me, you don’t want anything to do with me, you
hate me!” Jane rolled her eyes and
headed to the shower, before disappearing through the doorway she called back
“I definitely want to do something to you…”
Michael clinched jaw and sighed loudly throughout the car
ride. Jane drove, annoyed by his pitiful
gestures. As she pulled into Missy’s
long driveway she detachedly commented “Missy’s invited us.” Michael cocked his brow and frowned before
asking “For dinner…?” Jane didn’t answer
him but instead jumped out of the car and started walking up to the house. Michael lingered in the driveway and when he finally entered and found the two women
sitting together casually waiting for him.
Michael stood between the entry and the living room bewildered. He noticed that Missy was wearing more makeup
then usual and her hair was long and loose down her back. He also noticed that
she was wearing an exceptionally sexy and tight red dress with very high heeled
shiny black shoes. Then he saw that his
wife was wearing a similar dress but in emerald green and her shoes were also sexy. Earlier Michael was too busy sulking and dawdling to have noticed how his
wife had dressed. Both the woman sat
side by side on the couch. Jane patted
the area between them. Michael’s stopped
thinking with his brain, finally, she
wants to have a threesome! His dick came to immediate attention.
Michael sat on the couch and put his hand on his wife’s
thigh and glanced between the two women. His face was hungry with lust. Jane took his hand in hers and started to pet
his arm, Michael smiled lovingly at her and then Missy reached for his other
hand which was sitting idly on his lap.
Both women glanced at each other and grinned. Michael’s pants tightened in
anticipation. Out of nowhere Jane was holding handcuffs and a second later Michael’s wrists were locked up
tight. Before he was even able to formulate
the question Missy was on the floor pulling a rope out from under
the couch and wrapping it around his ankles.
Michael was not quite able to fathom this situation, he glanced down at
his feet and at his hands then at his wife, as she sat on the edge of the cushion
watching her friend. Jane had a hopeful and blissful smirk on her face. Michael thought to himself, she is glowing, she looks so beautiful. Missy finished securing his legs and both
woman rose and stood, looking at Michael with their hands on their
hips. Michael squirmed slightly, his jeans were now pinching his substantial erection. The women rolled their eyes and exchanged knowing glances, they had spotted
Michaels bulge and growing wet spot.
“What is this all about?”
Michael broke the silence.
“It’s about you being my husband, about you being the father
of my children, AND it’s about you being
a liar and a cheater, and it’s about you being ashamed and pathetic and
perpetually sorry. I can’t live like
this with you groveling and simpering all the time. I didn’t marry a sycophant!
So, Missy and I are going to try something different with you… “
At the mention of his cheating, Michael bowed his head. When Jane finished he looked up at her with
pleading eyes. “I don’t understand Jane,
but I am so sorry and I will do anything you say. I am a pig and you deserve better. I regret
it every minute of every…”
“Shut UP!” Jane screamed. “I am so fucking sick of hearing
this shit from you. Your constant apologies are not making me feel better! I
want to feel better! Missy helped me see
just what I need. I need to punish you, hurt you, humiliate you, debase you,
betray you… I want you to feel what I felt … what I FEEL!”
The room was suddenly silent. Jane she stomped out of the room fuming. Missy and Michael
could hear her open a cabinet and start filling a glass.
“Look Michael” Missy spoke in a soft and soothing voice.
“Jane deserve better, you didn’t ask her permission when you choose to lie and cheat. So tonight, we aren’t asking
for your permission either.” Missy lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned
into Michael’s ear “You have to pay.” With that Missy gagged Michael with a
scarf.
Jane reentered, with brown liquid and ice cubes clinking in
her glass. She sipped and watched as
Missy cut away her husband’s clothing.
His wide eyes darted from his wife’s face to Missy kneeling beside him
as she worked at removing his pants.
Each time she sawed the scissors on the thick denim fabric her breasts
jiggled beneath the front of her tight dress.
Jane grabbed Michael’s jaw and twisted his face toward hers, “You’re
like a fucking dog, you think with your fucking dick! What the hell is the matter with you, I am
RIGHT HERE and you’re looking at Missy’s tits while your cock leaks!” Michael looked down, partially out of
deference but also to see what his betraying dick had done. Sure enough, he saw a
puddle of ooze that had dribbled onto his thigh. Suddenly his head was jerked
back and Jane was behind him with something around his throat. It was cold and
metal and grew increasingly tight until he coughed a choke. Missy spoke “Jane, I believe we have his
attention now.”
Missy held the metal choke collar tight, Michael soon
realized as long as he didn’t fight it, he had enough space to breathe. Jane moved around the room, Michael could
only catch glimpses of her, out of his periphery. Missy looked down into Michael’s troubled
face then she glanced down at his crotch “The fucking pig still has a hard-on!”
Missy laughed deviously “But not for long!”
Jane ordered Michael to roll over with his knees on the
hardwood floor and his chest on the surface of the couch cushion. He watched as both women put on black medical
gloves. Jane ordered him to put his cuffed
wrists between his legs underneath him.
He heard the women whispering. He
couldn’t help it, being at their mercy was hot, and his dick was pinched
underneath him but continued to leak. He tried to shift his hips ease the
pinch. Missy noticed and asked him if he
was humping her couch and both woman laughed.
Michael whimpered. Missy said she
would help him out with that and reach between his legs from behind and gripped
his dick and balls and started tugging them back between his legs. His
whimpering turned to whining. “Told
ya.” Jane said. Missy tightened her grip on his balls. Missy grabbed something from the cardboard
box and showed it to Michael. Fear widened
his eyes. It was a cock and ball harness.
Michael was unsure about how much time had passed but his ass was burning hot. The women had been taking turns spanking him. His cock and balls were in the pinching
harness and attached to the wrist cuffs which were attached to the rope around
his ankles. Trussed up was the phrase Michael kept thinking. He was miserable. Missy taught Jane
about how to rub the skin first then to give gentle spanks then how to build the intensity. She taught her to vary the sensation by giving then
light caresses followed by hard spanks. She
also showed her how the reaction received varied depending on whether the blow
landed on the cheek flesh or the thigh flesh. And how to use not just her bare hand but the crop and the paddle. Jane was happier then she had been in weeks, maybe years. She was enjoying herself.
Michael wasn’t whining much anymore.
Missy and Jane decided that Michael was handling his punishment just
fine and they could proceed…
When the women returned their dresses were gone, but they still wore their bras and
panties. Around their hips were leather
harnesses and from the front of each hardness dangled a dildo. Michael began whining again and thought… Please no… Jane's smile told him definitely yes.