His Ruined Life

Jack Wilson came home from work expecting a hot dinner, prime time TV (including lots on the sports channels), and maybe some quick fun in bed with his wife Sheila. What he got was quite different. She greeted him in a snug top that showed off her full bust and tiny shorts that emphasized her generous hips and bottom. Sheila walked right up to him and slammed her fist into his midsection. He doubled up and fell to his knees. "Bad news, Jackie. I got the word from a friend that you have a mistress. Stop shaking your head, buttwipe. I was given pictures, too. And when I spoke to the lady you've been sleeping with it turns out that you told her we were in the middle of a divorce. That was news to me. So here's the way it's going to be from now on." He tried to get up but she kicked him solidly in the ribs, her square-toed shoe hurting him terribly, and when he landed on his side she stamped her stacked heel down on his vulnerable hand. "The new rule is that you stop cheating -- and I start. And since I'll be out on dates, you can pick up the slack around here and do most of the housework. If you don't like that, my lawyer has already informed me that I can walk away from this marriage with the house, car, and most of our money, especially now that I've given him copies of those pictures I mentioned." Jack looked up at her pleadingly. She responded by leaning down and slapping him hard across the face several times. "Do we understand each other, Jackie?" He nodded wordlessly. She was right and he was in no position to be left broke by a seperation. She told him that there was some spoiled yogurt he could have for dinner. His TV viewing would be severly limited and she had blocked all the sports channels. Worse, he was no longer permitted sex with her. She would allow him to provide oral service for her pleasure -- which he hated the thought of and had never done -- and she would reciprocate by giving him plenty of teasing and making sure he had a constant case of blue balls. Jack bowed his head in surrender. She ordered him to strip and stay naked until given permission to put anything on. He got naked, ate the unappetizing yogurt, was directed to the bathroom to begin his chores, and resigned himself to missing a key playoff game on television that evening. Over the next few days she kept up that regimen. Sheila had fun dressing in extra sexy outfits to tantalize him and remind him of what he could no longer enjoy. She didn't hesitate to smack him around and, being taller than him, was good at it. He became increasingly intimidated and thought less and less of how he could salvage anything from this horrid situation. By the end of the first week he was a defeated man. On Saturday afternoon, while Jack washed her can in only his boxer shorts,when he was at his lowest ebb, she announced that she had her first date that evening. He stood in the driveway with the hose in his hand, staring at his wife. She walked over and dared him with her eyes to object. When he didn't she grabbed the hose and squeezed the sprayer's handle to give him a thorough soaking. His shorts clung wetly to his bottom and crotch. He blushed at the way that made him look and worried that someone would see him. But Sheila made him stay out there, wet and uncomfortable, and finish the car. When it didn't meet her satisfaction he had to start all over. At last Jack was done and went back into the house. His wife said that he could remove his soaked shorts and take a brief break to finish the cold oatmeal he had eaten for both breakfast and lunch. Then he had to wipe down all the baseboards in four rooms. After which he was to shampoo his hair in a bucket of cold water in the basement and then he would make himself available to help her get ready for her night out. He was miserable but had no alternative. And he was achingly horny. She often bent down in front of him so he got an eyeful of her big ass, barely covered. Or she would lounge around in a cropped top that didn't even cover the lower halves of her heavy boobs. When he was done everything else he reported to their bedroom to help her get ready. She was naked and paused to stretch langorously, half close her eyes, and lick her lips. He moaned with pent-up need. Sheila laughed at his helpless yearning and directed him to the shower, where he had to wash her back, buttocks, and legs. He had a straining erection the entire time and his balls were getting sore. After he dried her with a large fluffy towel she spent several minutes teasing his nipples and telling him how much she was looking forward to sex with newfound lovers. Then he had to assist her in dressing in hot lingerie and stockings, a short, tight dress, and slutty heels. She let him watch while she fussed with her hair and then applied make-up that was unsubtle and invited lascivious male thoughts. When she was ready to select jewelry she sent him to the kitchen to make a short pot of coffee. As it brewed he stood there inhaling the beloved aroma, anticipating one of the few pleasures he could still indulge in. She appeared wearing hoop earrings, a gold neck-chain from which hung her wedding band, and several expensive bracelets she had recently charged to his credit card. Sheila poured herself a cup of coffee and, when he went to do the same, grabbed him by the ear, led him to the doorway, and banged his forehead against the doorframe, telling him that he was not to drink any more coffee. He began to sob as she sat down and made a show of savoring each sip. At last she was ready to be picked up. Jack consoled himself that he would have a few hours alone, away from her critical eye. But he was in for another nasty surprise. Shortly before her date was due to arrive there was a rap at the door. He was made to answer it, still nude. He tried to hide himself by opening the door only a crack. When he saw who was outside, his former mistress Janine, he froze. The tall leggy blond pushed past him. She glanced at his naked state and snickered. Then she went to Sheila and they shared a sisterly embrace. Jack was stunned when his wife explained that she didn't trust him by himself and so Janine had volunteered to mind him. Sheila added that he was to obey her totally and if there was any report of misbehavior it would result in harsh punishment. Before he could recover from that shock there was another knock at the door, firmer and louder. He again tried to hide behind the half opened door. This time there was a tall, powerfully built man on the step who shoved the door against Jack so hard that he knocked him sprawling onto the carpet. The nude husband lay there looking up at the macho threat who his wife had chosen to supplant him. The man sneered down at him, then went to Sheila and gave her a long probing kiss that she returned spiritedly. Jack felt sick. His wife introduced Janine to the man in her arms, whose name was Brad. The couple shared another deep kiss and Brad ran his hands up and down Sheila's body, lingering on her curves. Brad said they might not be back until late and Janine said that was fine because she had plenty to say to Jack. After they left the former mistress reached into her copious shoulderbag and pulled out a framed photo. It was a picture of herself wearing a fur hat, fur boa, and tall leather boots topped in fur -- and nothing else. He recognized the apartment she was in, the one he had been paying for. She laughed and said that he would still be picking up her rent because his wife thought it was only fair. And he would still be coming to visit her there. She told him to get down on his knees and set the picture up against the wall. Then she made him kiss the glass over her image. He had to inch back a bit and stay down there so he was looking directly at her teasing pose. Then she reached into to her shoulderbag and came up with a short leather whip. Jack was suddenly very aware that his ass was sticking up and providing a perfect target. She announced that there were going to be some paybacks. He had always made her give him blowjobs so now he would have to go down on her on demand. He had loved kissing her, shoving his tongue into her mouth, but now he wouldn't be allowed to kiss her above the waist -- though he could pretend her pussy was her mouth and swish his tongue around in there. Plus, despite all his lies about eventually marrying her, he had never said he loved her, therefore now he would have to profess his love whenever they were together, but all his romantic words would be directed to her pussy. Janine told him to focus on her smiling face in the picture before him as she took a few test swings with the whip thorugh empty air. He tensed involuntarily. There was a nervewracking hesitation and then she cracked the leather across both his offered buttocks. He yelped in pain and his eyes filled with tears. She hit him several more times, working to cover as much flesh as possible. He was viewing her photo through his tears as she stopped and spoke. "I want you to tell me you love me after each of the next twelve strokes," she directed. Then the leather struck hard and he howled. With an effort he caught his breath and told her, "I love you, Janine. Really, if you just listen to me I can explain everything." She hit him even harder and told him she didn't want to hear any of his BS. He gasped, "All right. I love you." It went on like that until the dozen were completed. Then she told him, "After each of the NEXT 12 you will tell me you're sorry for being a prick. And make it sincere." He hadn't fully assimilated that before she delivered another biting stroke, this one against the tender backs of his thighs. He shrieked, pressed his face into the carpet while he struggled to regain control, and then had to say, "I'm sorry for being such a prick, Janine." The rest of the punishment was hellish and by the end he was dizzy with agony. She grabbed his hair and yanked hard, telling him to crawl to the guest bedroom for his first taste of her pussy. Still weeping, he followed her on hands and knees, unable to keep from admiring her magnificent ass. He even started to get hard. She sat on the edge of the bed and had him lower and remove her panties. Then she laid back and spread her thighs. "Go to it, prickboy. Feeding time. Oh, and I should mention that I have a new lover, someone who really cares for me, and he dumped a huge load of cum in there late last night. So while you're getting me off you'll also be getting me clean. And don't forget to keep up the romantic talk while you're lapping me. Talk to the pussy, loser." He gagged at the idea of licking away another man's jizz but after the beating she had given his ass and thighs he wasn't about to oppose her. So Jack stuck out his tongue and took a long lick, tasting male and female flavors. His stomach rolled over. He remebered to say what she wanted to hear. "I love you -- Janine's pussy. Please let me make you happy." (Slurp. Swallow.) "I'll do this whenever you want because I want you, I need you." (Probe. Clitty suck.) "You're beautiful. I want to (Gag.) lick you like this forever." She made him stick his nose into her unwashed slit and stretch his tongue underneath her bottom to tickle her nether opening. Janine made him take his time and prolonged the session to over an hour. By the end she had been shaken by three orgasms and he was a wreck. Later, when Sheila and Brad returned they had obviously been drinking and were happily relaxed. They were also wildly aroused and eager to hit the sheets. As soon as they were in the master bedroom they began undressing each other. Janine grabbed Jack's ear and twisted it, then marched him in behind them. He got to witness their uninhibited lovemaking and his wife being given two bed-shaking climaxes. When Brad pulled his large cock out of her and rolled onto his back, Jack was horrified to see cum filling her pussy. That's when Janine described how she had made Jack eat her cummy slot. Sheila liked the idea and said that it was time for him to have another helping, freshly pumped. He choked and whimpered but got into position and began the unappetizing job. Because they had just had sex and Brad had blasted inside her twice, there was a huge mess to be cleaned up and consumed. Jack was down there for a half hour and even gave his wife a small but pleasant orgasm. She decided that he would do that for her everytime she got poled by Brad. Any hopes Jack had harbored of minimizing his plight evaporated. The awful evening he had just had was going to be the first of many -- very many. Monday moring at work he was still in a daze. His secretary, Reba, came in and sat at her work station. Jack was horny from not being allowed to empty his balls. And he had to go to Janine's apartment after work for one of their meetings, except that now she would be the one saying what was going to happen between them. And then he would have to hurry home to Sheila, who had already told him that she had a long list of household chores for him to do and that he would be performing them all in the nude. He looked at Reba. She was a Black woman, a few years older then himself, with overstuffed curves. He had no desire to be with a Black female, and her shape, though very sexy, had always been too much for him. Now, however, as sexually frustrated as he was -- Sheila had made him give her pussy a 'goodbye kiss' that morning and then played with his nipples until he wanted to scream from bottled up need -- Reba was beginning to look good to him. Hey, he was her boss. And his wife would never know. So why not give it a shot? He locked the office door and confronted her, already feeling that this would be his way to re-establish his male ego. Jack put his hands on his hips and looked down at her where she sat. "You know, Reba," he said confidently, "there's an evaluation due on you next week. I can either get you demoted or put you in for a raise. We need to talk about what I'm going to do for you -- and what you're going to do for me." She pushed back her chair, stood, and stepped so close that her thrusting, oversized boobs were nearly touching him. She said, "How about if we do this. You put me in for a raise AND start paying me out of your own pocket for all the times I have to cover for you, when you leave early to see Janine." He was dumbfounded. "You know about...?" Her broad mouth curve upward in a toothy smile. "Who do you think told your wife about your mistress and the other way around?" She laughed at his shock. "And besides the good report and cash, I have a few more demands, which WILL be met. You're already going to be in a mess of trouble when I tell those ladies you tried to force me into playing sex games with you. If you're a good boy I won't make it sound TOO bad when I phone them." His mouth moved but no words came out. She went on, "For starters you can get under your desk on the knees of those expensive trousers." When he was there she sat her broad ass in his seat and slid the chair in until he was jammed into a cramped space, crowded by her voluptuous legs. "Damn, this chair is comfy. We're gonna trade and you can spend your days on that hard old thing I've been suffering on." Reba slid her hips forward and hiked up her skirt. "Now you've been a bad boy, Jackson, and you can start by kissing the crotch of my panties and telling me how sorry you are and how good and obedient you're going to be from now on. Your wife says she and Janine may be going out on some double dates and I'll get invited over to babysit your sorry ass. I know they both swat your bottom but you haven't felt anything until I take my paddle to it. I've got this paddle with holes in it that let the meat come through and that hurts like hellfire and leaves some unpretty marks. If you don't want too much of my Mother Mabel paddle, you're going to have to behave, boy. So from now on you'll be getting my coffee, your only lunch will be leftovers from MY lunch, and you'll give me a full report every morning of what those two ladies are doing to you." She laughed softly. "And I came up with one real good one that they both want to do, too. From now on you're going to be allowed to play with your little penis. You can jack off just like the naughty little boy you are. Only rules are that one of us has to be watching..." She paused for effect. "...and you're never allowed to finish yourself." From under the desk came a pitiful groan of defeat. THREE MONTHS LATER the women had all been sending Jack to bed with their panties to sniff and suck, front and back. It was the center of his sex life and had developed into an overwhelming fetish. He would beg for panties and cry if he didn't get them, which earned him butt whackings. Sheila especially liked to give him pairs she had worn after sex, the crotches saturated with male and female spend, for him to obsess over. Brad had become Sheila's constant lover and frequently stayed several nights in a row at the house -- which she had made Jack transfer solely into her name. Brad's sleepovers allowed them to put the cuckolded husband through more elaborate embarassments and punishments. He had to serve them coffee in bed when they woke up together and watch them neck like teenagers until they got so aroused that they had to have sex, which he also watched and that inevitably led to him having to clean up his wife with his mouth. She made him thank Brad every time for satisfying her. She also made him apologize over and over for how selfish he had been in the past. It was fun to remind him because that got Jack thinking of what he had lost due to his own bad behavior. He would sleep next to his hot wife, who he wasn't allowed to enjoy, or else if Brad was there, would sleep on a dog bed on the floor, huffing worn panties and playing with his dick while they listened to his moans. Every night Jack ended up crying himself to sleep, which usually got Sheila and Brad so excited that they would have an added bout of sex, which woke Jack and meant more clean up duties for the cuck, and that gave him one more reason to lie on his floor-bed and start weeping all over again. Poor Jack. His life was thoroughly ruined. *** 16791 1.58/512345