My Wife Sally

January 10, 2014 – 12:25 pm

This is another tale of my wife Sally and her involvement with her black lover Elmore back in the 1970s. Although Elmore does not figure much in this story, he was the instigator of what happened. He had this very close friend called Andy. They had been lifelong friends, and worked together for the same Company (making bespoke bras for women). They were both black, and really close to each other, more like brothers than friends.

As Elmore’s relationship with Sally blossomed he told me all about Andy. His friend had a serious problem. Although he was a tall, well-built and very handsome man he had never had sex with a woman. He had tried often enough, but in spite of everything he just could not get an erection when with a woman. Andy had discovered that he could only get an erection by being beaten with a whip, and the beating had to be severe. He had sought both medical and psychiatric advice on this problem over a number of years, but nothing had worked. In those days there was no such thing as a sex therapist and his main advice had been to “pull himself together and snap out of it.” Sound advice, but not much use to poor old Andy. He was too embarrassed to explain his problem to anyone but Elmore, his closest and most trusted friend.

Andy had found a few girlfriends willing to oblige him, but none of them had wanted to beat him so much that he could orgasm and the friendships did not last long. He had tried going to prostitutes, but this had always proved an expensive failure. There were very few prostitutes who were willing to beat him severely, and even they would not consider letting him beat them. The idea of beating the woman appealed strongly to Andy, and he thought it essential if he was to fuck them, but none of the sisterhood was willing to oblige.

And so Elmore asked me if he could approach Sally for help for his friend. I said yes, and on his next visit he broached the subject. He told Sally about his friend’s problem, and asked her if she would help. She immediately said no, there was no way she would get involved; if prostitutes would not help then she was certainly not going to.

Elmore spent weeks pleading with Sally, and I joined in. When she said she was frightened of being hurt I pointed out that she had allowed other men to do much weirder things to her. Gradually we won her over. And at last she agreed to go with Andy, but we had to agree that she would not be left alone in a house with him. The meeting was arranged for a Saturday night in Chris’s flat (the one with the loft with peepholes), Chris being away that weekend. Andy spent the morning preparing the flat. In the early evening Elmore and I let ourselves into the flat and hid in the loft. Andy arrived shortly after (he did not know that we would be in the loft), and half an hour later Sally arrived, knocked on the door and was let in.

The two lovers had never met before and spent some time getting to know each other. They were very embarrassed out the outset, but gradually things warmed up as they talked to each other and drank wine. I noticed that Sally was drinking as much as she could get, she was very nervous. They spent at least an hour in conversation before Andy suggested that they begin. There was a long silence, then Sally said, in a very small and timid voice, “OK.” But she obviously did not know where to start, so Andy took Sally’s arm and led her into the bedroom. The bed had been pushed to one side, and a long, broad bench stood in the centre of the room, covered with foam cushion.

The first thing Sally had to do was to change into a short dressing gown made of towelling, and she made Andy leave the room while she did so. When he returned he asked my wife to undress him, and she did, stripping him completely naked. From our vantage point we could see no sign of any penis within a great mass of black curly hair. Sally put her hand into this bush, but Andy pushed her away saying she had to wait. He then lay face down along the bench and, at his further request, Sally used long silk cords to tie his hands and feet to the legs of the bench. He insisted that he be tied very tightly, and Sally had to tie him several times before he was satisfied.

He then asked Sally to take a cane from the bed and use it to beat him severely. We saw that there were a number of canes; they were evil looking things, each made of two or three strong twigs of birch tied together. Sally asked if he was ready, and when he gave the go ahead she gave one of his round buttocks ten lashes. But he complained that she was not rough enough and explained in much more detail how he wanted her to use the cane. Sally gave the same buttock him ten more lashes. This time you could see the effect, there were a number of cuts on that buttock, and from them oozed globules of blood. This shocked Sally and she stood back, but Andy pleaded with her to continue, only harder.

For some time Sally lashed away at Andy’s bottom, always caning the same buttock. Soon this buttock was a mass of bleeding cuts, but Andy kept shouting encouragement to my wife and she kept responding. At last Andy shouted to her to stop, then told her to untie him quickly. She did so and he turned over onto his back before sitting up slowly on the bench. And there was his penis; it was massive and hard. He asked Sally to sit next to him, and to wank him, and he put his arm around her as she did so. After a few minutes of vigorous jerking he shot a huge amount of sperm over Sally’s dressing gown.

Within a minute or so of coming, that massive penis had shrunk so much that it disappeared again into his thick bush of pubic hair, and this in spite of the fact that he was continually kissing and hugging my wife. After 10 minutes or so of canoodling, Andy asked Sally if she was ready for the next step. He said that he would understand if she refused, but she told him she was OK, although she sounded very nervous. Andy also said he would understand if she did not want to be tied up, but she then told him to do exactly what he wanted, she would let him know if she wanted him to stop.

Even after being given the green light Andy was reluctant to start; he spent a long time talking rapidly, eventually Sally herself told him to get a move on if he intended to do anything. The first thing that he did was to get Sally to stand up, then he removed her dressing gown. I now expected him to strap her to the bench but instead he played with her. He squeezed and sucked at her breasts and nipples, spread her legs open and stroked her clitoris before slipping a finger inside her cunt. Both Elmore and I were surprised at this, and so was Sally. Before long she began responding to the caresses and stood squirming, I recognised the signs that she was building to an orgasm. The unusual thing was that during all this time Andy’s cock remained hidden in his pubic hair.

When Sally was really showing signs of arousal, Andy grabbed her and flung her face down onto the bench. In a manic rush he seized her hands and tied her wrists tightly to the legs of the bench, then did the same to her ankles. He then stood up to admire his handiwork; by now he was sweating profusely. He was obviously enjoying this.

He grabbed a fresh cane and stood in front of Sally. He bent down and teased her lips with the end of the cane, then as he walked to her feet he ran the cane lightly down her spine. When it reached her bottom he pushed the cane sharply into her pubic mound and Sally whimpered. For a few minutes he patted Sally’s buttocks lightly with the cane, then held the it above his head and brought it down with great force. There was a loud crack, and Sally screamed in pain. Immediately Andy rushed to kneel in front of her face and asked if she wanted him to stop, but she shook her head and he resumed his position. For the next twenty minutes he really beat my wife, giving her a series of hard blows then resting for a short while and starting again; in that short time he broke two canes.

At the end of this time both Sally’s buttocks were covered in blood, and her flesh was raw and red. By now she was crying softly, but whenever she was asked if she wanted to stop she shook her head. But Andy stopped of his own accord. He knelt down on the floor and covered Sally’s back and buttocks in kisses. He then slowly inserted his thumb into Sally’s cunt, and used this to pull her bum off the bench by a few inches. He then gave her another ten to fifteen very hard lashes on her buttocks, and by the end Sally was again screaming. Instead of stopping this time Andy withdrew his thumb from my wife’s cunt, forced her legs apart to expose her genital area and started caning her cunt hole. This brought really loud screams from Sally.

Andy thrashed my wife’s cunt at least ten times, then he stopped. He dropped the cane and rushed to untie her. Elmore and I noticed that his prick had once more grown to its full length, we guessed that he now wanted to use it. When he had undone the ropes Andy picked Sally up very gently, carried her to the bed and gently laid her on her back. He propped her long legs over his shoulders then penetrated her with his cock. He fucked my wife for a very long time and throughout the whole fuck she wept softly, but always shook her head if Andy offered to stop. He could only hump her slowly as she started to moan with pain if his thrusting became too vigorous. But at last he shot his load into Sally; the very first time he had fucked a woman properly.

This was the first of many fucks the two enjoyed. In spite of the pain involved Sally had a soft spot for Andy and allowed him to use her on a number of occasions, always at Chris’s flat. And eventually at one meeting they fucked before the beatings, not afterwards. Not long after this they spent the night together and he fucked my wife 5 times without any beatings, it was just normal heterosexual sex. So Sally had managed to “cure” Andy of his weird need, although he still liked to be beaten. Whenever he had sex with Sally after that they still usually beat each other.

– The End (for now) –