Gettin What She Deserves

October 5, 2007 – 10:00 am

When Josh, my husband, and I graduated from college, we moved back to his
home town where he joined his father’s insurance agency. I knew he would be
a success. Josh had a winning way with people. And I knew *we* would be a
success because I planned to manage Josh, our money, and our family. Managing
Josh included using sex to *bend* him to my ways. Fortunately, Josh liked
pleasing me, so I rarely denied him.

Josh found us a great duplex to rent. It was larger than an apartment of
equal rent and had a nice back yard. The owners, Charles and Sally, lived in
the other unit and were long time friends of Josh.

When we moved in, Sally immediately came over to greet us. She brought beer,
soft drinks, and a freshly baked cake. She gave me a hearty hug, which I
dislike from people I’ve just met, and hugged my husband even harder. She
was an earthy, big-breasted, untroubled women with a broad smile as if she
didn’t have a care in the world. I took an immediate dislike to her.

A little before lunch, Charles appeared, bearing hamburgers, fries, and soft
drinks. He was a big, hearty man. Like his wife, he had a laid back attitude
and a big grin. I didn’t like him either. I immediately thought living next
to them was going to be a mistake. I did *not* want my husband infected with
their relaxed ways.

It was me against them. A war began. A *war* for my dominance over my
husband and control of my marriage. I used every trick I knew, every wile I
had. But on the fourth Saturday after we moved in, I told Josh he simply
could *not* play golf with Charles and two of their other friends. He scowled
and walked out without saying a word.

We were having hamburgers with Charles and Sally that night, which we did every
Saturday night. We would lounge around the hot tub in their back yard, talk,
and maybe play scrabble or watch a video after dinner. When Josh came home
from playing golf about four, I coldly informed him we were not going to
Charles and Sally’s for dinner. He said we were. I told him if he went, I was
*leaving* him.

“Maybe that’s for the best. You really don’t give a damn about me,” he said.
There were tears in his eyes, but not in mine. I expected him to crater and
obey me, but he went out the back door and over to their unit.

I gave him twenty minutes to come back home before I marched over to their
unit. I was seething with anger. I threw open their door without knocking
and barged into their living room. Charles, Sally, and Josh were sitting and
talking.

“Josh, I *insist* you come home this instant,” I said churlishly.

“God, what a *bitch*!” Sally said.

“What did you call me?” I said. I was completely surprised she had said
that.

Sally sprang off the couch to confront me. She said, “You’re a *bitch*. A
spoiled, self-centered, manipulative, bitch!” Her eyes narrowed. “And a
bitch gets her sweet ass *spanked* until she realizes the error of her
 ways.”

“How dare you,” I said. Before the words left my mouth, Charles was behind me.
He yanked my arms behind me to hold me in place as Sally undid my shorts.
She yanked my shorts and panties down my legs leaving me naked to their
prying eyes.

“Help me, Josh,” I said. He just smiled. Smiled in a way I’d never seen from
him.

In an instant, Charles was sitting down and I was face down over his lap with
my naked bottom terribly exposed and vulnerable. Sally undid my halter and
let it drop to the floor. I was completely naked now. Sally knelt in front
of me so she could look me right in the face. She took my wrists in her
hands to hold me. I never realized she was so strong.

Charles’s giant paw swatted my bottom. I screamed but he didn’t stop. He
swatted me again and again. Josh was watching me without revealing his
emotions. Sally looked angry. And Charles kept spanking me. He spanked me until
tears ran down my face and my poor bottom burned and throbbed. But the
burning and throbbing in my pussy seemed even worse. I never knew being
spanked was such a turn on.

“Now, Charles,” Sally said.

Charles’s finger drove up my cunt. Then two fingers. His knuckle pressed
against my clitoris.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

He was going to make me *orgasm*, humiliate me with my own needs and
desires, as my husband and his friends watched. I knew what was happening,
but I could *not* stop myself.

“Stop,” Sally commanded and Charles’s fingers left me hanging on the edge of
blessed relief.

“No! Please. No,” I whined.

“Beg your husband to fuck you,” Sally ordered me.

“Please, Joshby. I need you to fuck me hard,” I said.

When Josh stood and dropped his shorts, his hard cock popped into view. I’d
*never* seen anything so wonderful. Charles released me and I quickly lay on
the floor with my knees up to welcome my husband into me. I came on his
first hard, driving thrust up my pussy. And I kept coming. I came until I
was exhausted and I felt Josh’s cock stop, expand, and scald me with his
spunk.

Josh collapsed on me as we both caught out breath. Then he rolled off me but
continued holding my hands over my head. I was looking up into his face when
I felt a kiss on my pussy. He grabbed my chin, holding my head so I couldn’t
see who it was. I could only look into his eyes.

“Just let it happen, Pam,” Josh said lovingly but with a commanding finality
I don’t think I’d heard him use before.

Hands lifted my legs, giving the person eating me better access. Those hands
had nails. Long nails. I knew it was *Sally* slurping Josh’s spunk and making
me tingle.

“She’s going to make me come again, Joshby,” I whispered.

“Good,” he said.

He kissed me, a long, hard but sweet, loving kiss like I hadn’t had in a
while. When he broke the kiss, I orgasmed another time. I had *no* idea I
could come this much. Sally slithered up me, dragging her breasts up my body
until we were face to face with out pussies rubbing each other. She kissed
me. My first kiss from a woman.

“Tomorrow you’re *mine*,” she murmured.

She rolled off and Josh pulled me to my feet. He jerked me toward the
bedroom, hurrying me so much I stumbled. He pushed me on my back in the
middle of Charles and Sally’s queen-sized bed, fell on me, and held my arms
over my head. Quickly, Sally and Charles bound my arms that way. Josh kissed me
again, rolled off the bed, and stood looking down at me.

“Sally and I are going back to our place for the night. Tonight, you
*belong* to Charles. He won’t put up with your manipulation like I have,” Josh
said.

He kissed me again and Sally kissed me again before I watched them leave.
Charles was standing by the bed. I watched as he undressed. I knew he was a big
man, barrel-chested with strong arms and legs. I discovered all of him was
big. I discovered he didn’t take *no* from a woman. And, thankfully, I
discovered he could fuck all night.

When I awakened Sunday morning, I was alone with my hands still tied over my
head. My pussy was sore from the pounding it’d taken. My thighs were covered
in come. I had four large hickies Charles had given me. And I was more sexually
satisfied then I believed possible.

But I needed to pee. “Help!” I called out.

In a moment, Sally came in. She looked happy and rested. She unfastened my
hands and helped me to my feet. I was so sore I could hardly walk. Somehow,
I made it to the bathroom and peed. Sally took my hand and led me outside to
the patio. Josh and Charles were in the hot tub. I groaned as Sally and the guys
helped me enter the hot, swirling water. Josh gave me a kiss, two aspirins,
and a Coke to chase them down. Soon, the water was easing my pain.

“Now isn’t this more fun than manipulating,” Charles asked with his ever
present grin plastered on his face.

“Yes, it is,” I admitted. I looked at my husband and said, “I’m too sore to
fuck, but I’ll suck you off if you want me to.”

“Tonight,” he replied. “Today you belong to Sally.”

When I looked at Sally, I saw she had a chain in her hand. She wrapped the
chain around my neck, fastened it with a padlock so I was secure but couldn’
t choke, and sat back holding the other end.

“Are you going to spank me again?” I asked Sally.

“Do you need it?” she asked.

“No, but I might want it,” I said.

She kissed me hard while she mauled my breast. “Be a good little *slut* for
me and I’ll do all sorts of fun things to you,” she said.

The End