Be Careful what you wish for 4

By MacDaddy1226.
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Part 4…

My wife Marney and I had a nice life until I got the wise idea that I wanted to see her have sex with a dog. Not sure what possessed me, but I had to talk to her about it. I watched some videos I downloaded from the net and kept telling her how hot it was. My wife likes to please, so eventually, she said okay. I found a couple not too far from us that had a big dog and were into sharing their dog with other couples. They slipped some ketamine into her drink, making her so horny that she fucked their dog and much more. She moved in with them for a while and served as a house slave and party dog slut.

The whole time she was being fed Ketamine and feeding a crazy side I’d never seen. After a few months, she moved back home and would attend some of their kinky parties where she was used like a slut and dog slut. She eventually quit going. However, a couple she had met there contacted her and asked to meet them at their house. Reluctantly I agreed to take her. She was again unknowingly spiked with Ketamine and did things I would never have dreamed of.

This other couple used my little Marney even to get her begging to be fucked by their pony. After that crazy night, I told Marney she had to give up the crazy sex with animals or me. We seemed fine for a while then she got the urge for depravity again. We attended another party that got more extreme than the last. Eventually, she moved out and was doing horse sex movies for about six months. As a side note, Marney had been fucked until she fainted, having to be revived using smelling salts.

She asked me to take her back, and she’d quit all that. I agreed to have her back; all was great for six years. Then she told me she had received a call from the director saying he wanted her to return to making beast movies and that she was the best star they’d ever had. He offered her a big raise, and she wanted to do it. I blew my top, but she said she would still be my loving wife. We went back and forth, and she had made up her mind as before she would move in with her assistant Jenny and see me when she had free time.

I knew this meant more Ketamine and poppers frying her brain, but she was already packing her bags. I told her, “If you go, don’t think you’re coming back again. Marney, I love you, but this craziness you are speaking of is unacceptable. I hold myself responsible for starting you on this perverted path. I accept that. But I’ve been here for you when you’ve realized the party pig thing and the bestiality actions were too much for you.”

Paul sent an assistant to collect Marney to take her to Jenny’s. Paul called me, “John, don’t worry. Your sweet little wife will be home soon. Just a few movies, and I’ll send her home.”

I said, “Paul, I can’t even speak with you about my wife like she’s a common whore. I know she’s done some crazy things on film, but without the drugs, she’d never have done those things, and she’s still my wife.”

I went to Paul’s ranch to try to talk her out of doing this. She said, “ I love you, John, but I miss having sex with animals. It turns me on. Wait until I do this first movie, and we’ll talk some more.”

I asked Paul if I could stay, and he said, “Okay, but you must be drugged and restrained in the chair with a ball gag to not disturb filming.”

I wouldn’t say I liked it, but I wanted to talk to her again, so I agreed. I watched as Jenny gave Marney a drink and some Ketamine and strapped her into the breeding bench. A golden Labrador was led onto the set, and Jenny worked his pink cock out, getting him ready to fuck Marney. Jenny asked Marney if she wanted the dog to fuck her. My wife nodded yes, and Jenny lifted the dog onto Marney’s back and guided him into Marney’s cunt.

Soon the dog pounded her cunt furiously as she thrashed around, begging for more. Marney was moaning and smiling up at the lens of the camera. A big Rottweiler was led onto the set. Jenny stroked his sheath, exposing his huge pink cock.

“You want this in your mouth, slut?” she asked Marney.

“Oh yes, may I suck it, please?” my wife begged.

As the lab pounded Marney’s cunt, the Rottweiler’s cock was led to her face. Jenny guided him into Marney’s gaping mouth. His hips started pumping, making the dog’s thick cock drive into Marney’s throat. She was gagging, eyes wide, taking as much as was pushed in. Just then, the Labrador started cumming, filling her cunt and womb. The dog’s cock swelled, and its knot got into her cunt, filling her until her belly swelled like she swallowed a volleyball. Jenny pulled the Rottweiler off Marney’s face to get some air, gasping as she was sweating profusely.

The Labrador’s cock and knot shrank and pulled free gushing cum as Jenny dove in, licking up what was not flowing out of Marney, then sucked Marney’s pussy for every drop she could get out.

Jenny grabbed the Rottweiler’s cock and asked Marney, “Hey, dog slut, you want this?”

Marney replied, “ Oh yes, mistress give me his big cock.”

That Rottweiler looked like his cock was ten inches long and about three inches thick. Jenny got the beast mounted on Marney’s back lining up his big cock with Marney’s cunt putting the tip in her. The big dog knew what to do and started pumping his hips. Each pump drives deeper, getting his huge tool deep in Marney. He pounded her until his knot started to swell, trying to get it into the cunt he was pounding. His huge knot, the size of a baseball, eventually popped into Marney.

She gasped, crying out, “Oh yeah, take me.”

Once he was knotted with her, he stopped pumping and filled Marney with his cum.

“Oh yeah, fill me up,” she shouted.

Her belly swelled, looking like she was pregnant. The dog was now trying to free himself, tugging, making Marney cum and cum. Finally, he pulled free with a gush of his juice. Jenny jumped down to clean up, then ate the rest out of Marney’s pussy. When she finished, she kissed Marney, letting some of the residual cum fall into Marney’s mouth.

Jenny said, “Well, it’s time for a break, dog slut,” releasing Marney from the breeding bench and then coming over and releasing me.

I told Marney, “I can’t watch anymore. I’m leaving. Are you coming with me? I don’t care to share you with all the dogs in your movies. So what is it?”

She replied, “John, don’t leave me. We’re almost done here. Please wait until the next scene is done. I could not bare to lose you over this.”

“Well, Marney, this is it. Either leave with me and say goodbye to this life, or we are done. I’m sorry, but I can’t bear seeing you used to like this. I’ll be in my car waiting for five minutes and then leave. Please come home with me,” I pleaded with her.

I went and got into my car, looking at my watch. I know that even if she comes home with me, the longing to be used by strangers and their dogs will eat at her. The last time it was six years before she left again. I don’t know what else to do. I have to be more dominant and tell her what to do. It’s time for me to return home. I wonder how long she will allow herself to be used as a tool for entertainment by those who will abuse her. The last time was six months. Six years ago. Well, I left Paul’s without my wife.

*****

Days turned into weeks which turned into months. I’ve kept myself busy spending time with some of my male friends, sometimes watching sports on TV or seeing a movie. I can’t help it, but I always think about her.

It’s been about five months since I left her with Paul, and I have not heard a word until yesterday. I got a call from Jenny telling me I needed to come and get Marney out of there. She said, “Marney gets all fucked up and does multiple-day gangbangs with people and dogs, and there was even a pony mixed in once.”

I explained to Jenny that there was no hope if Marney did not call and asked to return home.

Jenny said, “I’m worried for my and Marney’s safety as Paul wants to do more extreme movies. Could we come and live with you? Both of us.”

This was something I’d never even thought of. I said I’d think it over and to call me in a couple of days. I wondered what it would be like with my wife and Jenny living here. The more I thought about it, I liked it. Jenny called me, and I told her okay. She said she and Marney would leave the next day, and I should expect them tomorrow evening.

I paced the floor, waiting for their arrival. Jenny’s car pulled into the drive at about 7:30 that evening. I rushed out to greet them, surprised they’d brought a big Irish Wolfhound. Marley jumped from the car, running up to me.

“Oh John, I’ve missed you so much,” as she threw her arms around me and kissed me.

I helped them with their bags and then asked about the big dog. Jenny said he was Max and was hers. She’s been sharing him with Marney as needed. I wasn’t sure how to react, but at least Marney was home. I had no desire to share my bed with a huge dog, and I made that clear. Jenny said he stays in her room and sleeps in a dog bed.

Marney announced, “Tomorrow, I will clean this place from top to bottom. My king needs his castle cleaned.”

We all went to bed. No sex between Marney. She cuddled beside me, saying how happy she was to be home.

Jenny settled into our extra bedroom with her dog. They arrived on Thursday, so I called in a vacation day for Friday so we could get used to each other over the weekend.

Charlie is the gentleman I have that cares for my yard and keeps my drive plowed when it snows. He is a single guy who asked me about Jenny, wanting her story. I asked Jenny what she thought of Charlie. “He seems nice and is quite handsome,” she commented.

“He thinks you are quite cute as well,” I told her.

Charlie asked her on a date, and Jenny said yes.

Marney and I finally sat down to talk seriously about what was happening. “John, you are the best man for me, and I love you with all my heart. I made poor decisions in leaving you, and I promise that will never happen again.”

I replied, “I made terrible decisions, too, and some led you down a twisted path. I had no idea how much Ketamine would affect you and your decisions. You’ve always been a sexy woman, but I’ve never seen the Marney I saw when you were high on Ketamine and poppers. I’ll be here to help you beat those demons away. You are the sweetest, kindest, loving woman a man could want. But I wanted more, with dogs. It was a demented side I should have kept asleep. It created a bad situation. I got you into a situation to please me, and it caused problems for me. From now on, I will not try to change you unless I think you are getting into trouble.”

Marney replied, “I’m glad you let Jenny and Max live with us.”

To which I said, “Should I be concerned? Jenny said she shares the dog with you. I don’t think I can handle you being with a dog again. I thought you were coming home to be with me again. Was I mistaken?”

She replied, “Jenny only says we share Max as he has been company for both of us, Just companionship. And yes, I did come home to be with you. I want to be your wife again. I’d like you to be more direct regarding me being my master.”

So I said, “Marney, it would feel strange to act that way toward you. I love and care about you and your well-being, but I’m not dominant, so I don’t think I can be your master. Can’t we just husband and wife?”

She came over to me, kissed me, and climbed on my lap with her head on my shoulder. “Of course, we can, My silly man. I love you.”

Then she opened my zipper and gave me her eyes rolled back in my head blowjob. I hope we stay this way forever. Only time will tell. Six years after the call came, she went on her crazy adventure. I’m getting too old for that to happen again.

I think Charlie and Jenny are in love. They spend so much time together. Jenny told me she’d told Charlie about her past, being a personal assistant to a Porn star, and he’s accepted her as she is now. I wonder if they’ll marry. I’m happy for Jenny. She’s been a good friend to Marney. She was the one that helped her come home.

Jenny and Charlie went away for a few days. So I get home from work to find Marney on the floor sucking on Max’s big pink cock. She hops up, explaining, “He was laying there licking himself, and his big thick pink cock came out of the sheath, and I could not help myself. I’m sorry.”

It was very hot. I told Marney not to let that happen again and proceeded to pull out my hard-on. She pulled me to her face, and I got the wildest blowjob ever. She sucked me hard after I came and asked me to fuck her ass. Well, okay if I have to. Thinking about it, Max has about a ten-inch cock a couple of inches thick, and seeing Marney licking and slobbering all over, it was really hot.

I’m fucked up in my head right now. I’m afraid it was like an addict getting a taste of their drug of choice, and I’m afraid of what this could do to her. I love her and can’t bear the thought of her returning to her bestiality life. I mean, she was prodded into trying sex with ponies and then even horses. That being fucked to pass out was scary. It made Paul very rich by selling her movies. If given the chance, he’d do it to her again. I’m sure he’s got some other girls having sex with dogs, donkeys, or whatever.

He enjoys watching women being used as breeding toys for animals. He pushed Marney into fucking a couple of draft horses using drugs and telling her how sexy it was on film. I was fearful he’d kill her with his sick ideas. He doesn’t care if he frys their brains, as long as he can produce the craziest animal fuck films ever. He’s moved his studios to a country where bestiality is legal so he can get away with any kinky idea he wants to film.

He doesn’t try calling anymore but occasionally mails a letter to get Marney interested in coming to his new location. He’s in Romania, where bestiality is legal, and his wealth lets him live like a king.

He finally called and asked me if Marney and I would like to vacation in Romania with him. Plane tickets, hotels, meals, everything. I said I doubted it but would discuss it with my wife. When I mentioned Paul’s call and offer, Marney got excited, saying it would be a great chance to see Romania for free. I reminded her that nothing is free with Paul. I don’t trust him. We haven’t seen or spoken with him for five years, and I’m sure he has not changed.

“John, I won’t do any movies. We could go sightseeing,” Marney told me.

For days we went back and forth on the topic.

“He made a fortune on my movies, and this could be Paul’s way of paying us back,” she reasoned. She kept telling me it would be a nice vacation. We talked about it for a couple of weeks. She finally said, “When did we last go on vacation?”

She went back and forth until she got her way, and we made plans to go to Romania.

*****

We flew to Romania, and Paul was there to welcome us to now home country and say how the weather this time of year is perfect. He had a list of sights he said we needed to see, along with hotel arrangements and lists of nearby restaurants., but tonight we were staying at his ranch to catch up. We all sat in the back of his limo, chatting to his ranch. The ride was about two hours but at last, we were there. House boys came and got our luggage and led us to our room. I noticed Paul has some rather large men for security about the place.

We were told lunch would be ready in minutes and to come to the dining room. We had a very nice lunch and sat talking, and Paul asked if we would like to see his new studios. I said, not really, to which he said, “Nonsense, you really must see it,” and led us all out to his big beautiful filming area.

It had a large viewing area for live guests to sit and watch and two stages for action. Security personnel gagged me and strapped me into a stout wooden chair.

Paul looked at me, laughing. “It’s your fault. You brought her back to me. What did you expect, a real vacation?”

I needed to track Marney. Then I saw her, that glazed look in her eyes, being led around the room. Her clothing had been stripped, and now she was in a leather bustier. The stands filled up with an audience. Paul announced that people should find their seats as the show was about to begin. A lovely young girl led Marney around the room like she was a head of cattle being sold. I was given a shot to calm me down as I was straining in my seat and yelling into the ball gag.

Paul tells the audience, “Today’s slut is doing this of her own free will. Her husband is sitting over there strapped into that chair so as not to interfere in today’s show. He started her with dogs years ago but doesn’t want her doing it anymore. She will do anything directed to do as you will see.”

A tall, muscular black man was led onto the stage wearing only shorts. Marney was on her knees, watching his movements. The young girl holding Marney’s leash asked her if she wanted some cock to suck, to which Marney said, “Oh yes.”

The black man dropped his shorts to reveal what looked to be a soft nine-inch monster moving towards Marney. When he got within reach, Marney reached out and started stroking his big thick cock, licking her lips. He immediately grew to ten or more, like eleven inches. Marney gasped, leaned forward, and started licking up and down his big hairy balls. She opened her mouth and started sucking his big cock. She kept trying to get him down her throat, but he was so thick she had trouble swallowing him. He kept pushing into her face, and her throat opened so he could fuck her face. There was froth coming out of her mouth as he gagged Marney. But she wasn’t trying to stop. She was pulling him into her face.

Paul announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, please keep in mind as you watch this slut’s performance this evening that she will be available to rent for the next few weeks, and she’ll do anything asked of her. Just ask a staff member for info.”

I was losing my mind trying to get free and screaming into my gag. An assistant approached me and said,” If you disrupt this show, you will be unconscious.”

The black guy face-fucking Marney pushed in deep, and came in her throat, gagging her with cum oozing around his cock. She was fucked up on something as she swallowed his load, then licked him clean and thanked him for using her. A breeding bench was brought to the stage, and Marney was strapped onto it. She was offered a drink of water and a capsule, no doubt something to fog her mind. A cute young girl led a big Rottweiler to the stage, leaning over, stroking his sheathe, exposing his big cock.

She said, “Hey Marney, you want some big dog cock?”

My wife nodded yes, staring at the big pink cock. The girl helped the dog up on Marney’s back, guiding his cock tip to Marney’s dripping pussy. Once he started to penetrate, he started pumping and was soon nine inches deep in her. Marney was moaning and panting. He kept pressing, trying to get his softball-sized knot into her. She groaned as it popped in. Her stopped humping and just filled her with his seed. Her belly swelled as he filled her. He started pulling as soon as he was done, trying to get free.

His knot eventually shrank enough, and he popped free with a huge gush. Sweat was pouring off Marney’s forehead and her torso. She was speaking in gibberish. She was dripping sweat. That cute young girl returned and was toweling off Marney and offering her a drink and another capsule. Marney guzzled the water and swallowed the pill. Her breathing slowly returned to normal.

Paul returned to the stage and announced, “Now for a special treat,”

As a small pony was led to the stage. The young girl started stroking his flaccid twelve-inch cock, which started getting hard, raising and growing to about fifteen inches. She lathered his cock in lube as well as Marney’s pussy. She led him towards the bench and guided the head into Marney’s pussy. The pony started pumping, driving himself deeper into Marney. She was thrashing all about, begging for more with each push. When he was about twelve inches in, the girl produced a rag and waved it under his nose. I was mare scent, and he went nuts, pounding all fifteen inches into the flopping Marney.

She was mumbling incoherently but begging for it not to stop. The pounding went on for several minutes then the pony shot its huge load deep inside Marney flooding her pussy and oozing around his cock. Marney passed out, but an assistant rushed to the stage with smelling salts to revive her. She shook her head and then went limp. The pony shrank and popped free and was led away.

Marney lay there mumbling away, making no sense. Sweat poured off her everywhere. The young girl returned with towels wiping her down and offering her water. She drank as fast as she could swallow. She was also catching her breath. The girl offered another capsule which Marney took without comment.

Paul made another announcement “Our slut is all booked up for the next three weeks, so if you folks want her, please get your reservation in quickly.”

I thought he said we were here for two weeks, so what gives?

An assistant led an Irish wolfhound to the stage. The young girl who had assisted before was back stroking the sheathe of the big dog, asking Marney, “You want the big dog’s cock, slut?”

Marney panted and shook her head yes. Marney was out of her mind mumbling, “Oh yeah, big dog cock, fucking me, taking me….”

The young girl positioned the hound over Marney and guided his ten-inch pink shaft to Marney’s pussy. The hound was trained and took over, ramming into her. He pumped her until I saw his knot forming, trying to push it in. It was about as big as a baseball, but he got it in. Marney gasped once it popped in. He started filling her with his hot cum. Her belly swelled as the Irish wolfhound filled her.

She was mumbling incoherently as he filled her up. Sweat was pouring out of Marney. She passed out. The young girl got the smelling salts and waved them under Marney’s nose. It woke her, as she shook her head. The hound was trying to pull himself free but was just tugging on Marney’s pussy which was by now swollen and pink. He eventually shrunk enough to pull free with a gush. Marney Lay there panting. The young girl again toweled her off and offered her water which she choked down as fast as possible.

She was unstrapped and helped off the stage. Paul came on and announced, “That is the end of tonight’s show. I hope you all enjoyed it.”

*****

I was injected in my butt cheek and passed out. I slightly woke up bound in some shipping container. Paul approached me, saying, “Time for you to go home, John. I’ll send your wife very soon,” and walked away.

I was given another injection, and again I was out. When I woke, my shipping container was being unloaded from a plane and put on a truck. Someone opened the container, removed my gag, offered me water, and said, “You’ll be home soon. Just relax. It’s not a long trip.”

I was so confused that I did not know what to think. All I could think was, where is Marney? What have I done this time? Shortly we arrived at our house. I was released from my bindings by a burly young man. He helped me inside. He said, “You just want to remain calm and not go to the police. It would not be a good thing to do. Your wife will be returned soon.”

Then he left.

*****

I sat wondering what I should do. It wasn’t long before Jenny and Charlie arrived. Jenny asked if I was okay. I guess I looked a bit messed up. I gave her a quick story of what had happened.

“So, you just left Marney there?” Jenny asked.

I replied, “I had no choice. I realize I made a huge mistake going along with the trip, but what can I do to fix things?”

Charlie said, “It sounds like Paul is well-protected and isolated. I hate to say this, but you must wait to hear from Paul.”

Jenny offered to make us some lunch. So we sat down to eat lunch as I pondered my next action. I can only hope Paul will call me. I realized I don’t know exactly where Paul is located except the country. It dawns on me that I have a phone number for him. I decided to call the number and got voicemail. I left the following message: “Paul, This is John. Please call about my wife. Thank you.”

I paced the floor, waiting for a call. Charlie and Jenny went home. My phone rang, and I answered. It’s Paul.

“Hello, John. Your wife is busy for the next few weeks, but I’ll ensure she’s home with you in three weeks. I’ll get you the details of her flight information once it’s booked. Please be patient. She’ll be home soon.”

“Paul, please don’t hurt her, I beg you. Please send her home to me as soon as possible,” I replied.

“Not to worry, John, she’ll be there before you know it. Just know she is enjoying herself. I’ll have her call you tomorrow about this time, okay?” he told me.

I said that would be wonderful. Paul said goodbye and hung up.

*****

I drank myself to sleep, worrying about my little Marney. I woke mid-morning and stumbled to the kitchen, making coffee and toast. I tried to clear my head after all the alcohol last night. I decided I needed a nap, so I lay on the couch. When I woke, I made dinner and watched TV waiting for my phone to ring. Finally, my phone rang.

“Hello, John.” It was Paul telling me Marney would be on the line soon.

Shortly Marney got on the phone. “Hello, darling,” she said.

I replied, “Hello, my love. How are you doing?”

She said she’s been enjoying herself, had a few more parties, and would be home soon. “I miss you, John.”

“I miss you too, my sweet lady.”

We chatted for about fifteen minutes before she told me she was tired and going to bed.

Paul returned to the line and said, “See, I told you she was doing okay.”

I replied, “Take good care of my darling wife, please.”

*****

Time seemed to stop while I waited for my wife to come home. I had returned to work, so my days were occupied. It was evenings and nights that were dragging by. Three weeks passed, and Paul called with details of Marney’s flight details for the coming weekend. I picked up Marney at the airport and was so happy to see her. She looked worn out, but it was great that she was back. I hugged her so much. All the way home, she told me about the adventures she had in Romania.

Paul had whored her out for a month to people having wild sex parties. Some involved dog sex and some were S&M parties. At one party, the night ended with guests taking turns whipping her, leaving her full of welts, and they had a nurse treat her open wounds from the whipping. They had fucked her for hours, then beat her for more hours. I told her how sorry I was. She had been put through that.

She said, “Don’t be, I liked it. I’d like you to start whipping me regularly. It makes me cum hard. Sometimes I squirt from it.”

When we got home, she wanted me to fuck her throat hard. I had missed her so much that I was hard as a rock and was happy to pound her face. After we rested briefly, she sucked me until I got hard again and fucked her in that sweet ass. The sex games went on until we both fell asleep. We were woken in the late morning by a phone call from Jenny welcoming Marney back home, inviting us for dinner and games tonight.

The whole day I kept staring at my beautiful wife, Wondering how I ever let us get her into the wildlife she loves so much, deciding I had to adapt to being more dom with her to keep her happy. She caught me staring at her and asked,” What’s wrong, my handsome man?”

I told her, “I love you and am awestruck when I realize I married my dream wife. Is all, nothing wrong.”

She came over and kissed and hugged me.

We went over to Jenny and Charlie’s for dinner. Jenny ran out to greet Marney. So much was being said between them that I could not keep up. They led us into the beautiful ranch house, and it dawned on me. For years Charlie has cared for my property, and I d never seen his home. It looks like a big, about 2000 sq ft. ranch with a small stable Barn on what I knew was 50 acres. I knew Charlie was ex retired military though he never said much about it. I just knew him to be a man of impeccable grace and honesty.

Inside the home is a huge great room with a kitchen/ dining room, bathroom, and a Master suite. A couple of other rooms, but the doors were closed, so I assume other bedrooms. Jenny invited us to sit and offered beverages. I asked for diet soda. Marney opted for a Margarita. Jenny gave us the drinks, sat, and she and Marney went a thousand miles an hour chatting.

Charlie asked me, “How could you have trusted that slimeball Paul to take you to Romania. You know he can’t be trusted.”

I felt foolish but said Marney begged me to go as the deal sounded so good. “I will never trust Paul again, that’s for sure. I got Marney back home, where she will stay.”

Jenny jumped up to check on dinner, and Marney went into the kitchen out of earshot of us. Charlie told me he and Jenny are getting married.

He said,” She’s like your Marney, caring, loving, and submissive. I’ve had to step up my dominant side to keep her sated. The sex is very good, and she loves when I tie her to a post and whip her. Maybe we can take the ladies to the barn after dinner for a little whipping. Have you ever whipped Marney? Jenny told me she wants you to.”

I replied, “No, but I have been thinking I better start to keep her home. I don’t know how long she has liked it but know she does like it currently.”

“Well, after dinner then,” said Charlie.

We sat down to a delicious pot roast, potatoes, carrots, and a great Caesar salad. We sat relaxing after dinner, discussing Charlie and Jenny’s upcoming marriage plans. Just a small civil ceremony with Marney, maid of honor, and me, Charlie’s best man, was what Jenny and Charlie told us they wanted. Marney and I were thrilled to participate and agreed to be. Jenny asked Charlie, “Will you show our good friends what you made me as a wedding present?”

“Sure,” he said, and we all moved to the barn.

Near one end of the barn was a large pole with steel rings attached about six feet off the ground. Jenny walked towards the pole, disrobing as she approached. By the time she got to it, she was naked. Charlie attached leather straps to her wrists and through the steel rings. Marney and I sat on a couple of chairs nearby, Marney fidgeting the whole time. Jenny could not stand still waiting. Charlie appeared with a six or seven-foot flogging whip. He snapped it a couple of times, and Jenny just trembled.

He gently used it on Jenny’s ass. Then her back picked up intensity as he went along. Jenny never screamed, just whimpered and smiled and shook all over. I noticed Marney was holding my hand, biting her lip while wiggling around in her seat.

I leaned over to whisper, “You want me to do that to you, my pet?”

Marney just shivered and shook her head yes.

A couple of crisp strokes, and Jenny could not help herself. She squirted all over and collapsed. Charlie walked over, releasing her hands and helping her to a seat, putting a large towel over her shoulders. She sat there sweating and smiling. She looked at me and said, “Charlie’s never whipped me in front of anyone before, it was very exciting, and I liked it.”

“Jenny, it turned Marney and me on as well.”

I stripped Marney and led her to the post, lashing her arms to it. I grabbed the flogging whip and moved up next to my wife. She was squirming and wiggling all around. I tentatively took a swipe with the flogger across Marney’s ass. She just moaned, begging for more and harder. I took more swings at her ass, then moved up to her back. She looked at me and pleaded, saying, “I love you, John. Please hurt me. Whip me hard.”

I proceeded to whip her harder and harder. I was enjoying hearing her moan as I whipped her. Charlie came up, taking the whip and handing me a thin cane. I started using the cane on her ass, then moved up her back. I was producing red welts all over her ass and back. She just kept writhing and moaning. I stopped and untied her when she was having trouble catching her breath. I helped her to the floor. She lay there calmly, returning her breathing to normal.

She looked at me, saying, “Thank you, my love, that was great. Promise me we’ll do this again soon.”

“You just worry about being obedient, my little slut,” I told her.

She lowered her look and said she was my slut to do with what I wanted. I asked Charlie to come by in the morning and help me erect a whipping post in our basement. He said he would and had an extra whip and cane I could have.

*****

The next week a DVD arrived in the mail from Paul. The title was ‘World’s best slut.’

It showed scenes from Marney’s many parties in Romania. I felt it best for Marney not to watch it as it might refuel her wild desires. I’m sure that was Paul’s plan. Paul knows if he keeps Marney high on Ketamine and Poppers, she will do anything without complaint and seem like she loves it. I blame myself for all of this. Had I not taken her to Dan and Shirley’s for a taste of dog sex all those years ago, where they kept her high on Ketamine to keep using her as entertainment? She was so fucked up that she did not care what was done to or with her.

I certainly will if I keep whipping my wife to keep her happy. I do enjoy watching her twitch and hear her moan. She is one sexy wench. And there is always her sexy pussy, ass, and out-of-this-world blowjobs. She will get wet if I tell her it’s time to go to the basement. When I use the cane on her, I leave red welts all over her ass and back. I throw in a blindfold to spice things up once in a while. She also loves caring for me and our home. Sometimes she gets in the mood, and she will do housework nude. She knows just how to get me going. Every once in a while, Jenny will bring over Max, and the three of them will put on a sex show for Charlie and me. Life has been really good for me.

 

The End.

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