Becoming a Sex Slave Wifebysharedhousewife©
My first husband, Jerry, was controlling and abusive from day one. He started asking me to wear more revealing clothing, flash my breasts to his friends, and allow them to fondle me everywhere. If I didn't want to comply with his wishes, he would threaten me, hit me, and even drug me to allow his friends to have their way with me. From my wedding night at 18 years of age to a naïve 20 year old, I lost track of reality and developed an alternate personality that he called "Marie", his sex slave wife. I would be drugged and forced to party with Jerry's friends on Friday and Saturday night, then wake up late Sunday morning, naked on the spare bed, my breasts, abdomen, and hair covered in sticky man goop and semen oozing out of my pussy. I didn't know who all I fucked or how many times. My body would be red and sore, and my labia would be pink and swollen.
His obsession was to watch a very big built man with an extremely large sized penis, have sex with me! This obsession of his grew and grew to a point, that he simply could think of nothing, except to watch that scene in his mind. He knew that being a very conservative girl from a Catholic family I would simply not agree to fulfill his obsessions. But yet his obsession grew, and every time he thought about it, his penis would get erect! He developed a plan to make his wish reality. Slowly he started renting pornographic video movies and began making me watch them with him during our nights to expose me to the sexual activities that people were taking pleasure in around the world. Though I was not comfortable watching porn just to please him, I watched them. He then broached upon the subject of bringing another man to our bedroom to have sex with me.
I was shocked and completely refused. Over the next few weeks, he kept on asking me and pleading with me to agree, yet I kept on refusing him. One day at the mall, he came across an old friend of his. He was almost 6' 4" tall, dark hair, massively built, and had a mustache and a beard. He reminded Jim of his previous obsession for me when Jerry and I were dating. He knew that he had found the man for me. But, the problem was now to convince me and him to get together. Gradually, he started inviting Jim to our house to socialize. My husband slowly revealed to him over the next few weeks his obsession, and even showed my naked photos to him. He got excited looking at my nude pictures and told Jerry that he was more than willing to take my vagina. Both of them drew up a plan to seduce me.
Later that night, once again my husband brought up the topic with me. When I refused as usual, he pleaded with me that at least I should fulfill his obsession in another smaller way. I asked him how. He told me that Jim was a professional masseur for ladies. He told me that he would be satisfied to some degree, if I at least allowed that man to give me a body massage. I was very hesitant. He told me that since he would be with me when Jim was massaging me, there would be no problem. As I had been pestered by him everyday for almost two months, I finally agreed. He arranged for us to have Jim come to our house that Saturday night. On Saturday evening, in order to make me look very exciting to Jim, he personally prepared me. He lovingly bathed me and helped me to dress in a sexy black bra and thong. Over that, he made me wear a sleeveless sheer white blouse and a nice white mini-skirt.
Then he helped me comb my hair and apply a simple make up. (Jerry wanted to be a hairstylist at one time). I suppose I looked nice by that time. He was sure that Jim would tear my tender pussy apart with excitement. I was extremely nervous by that evening. Jerry attempted to calm me with soothing words. Promptly at 7.00 p.m. as planned, the doorbell rang. I almost ran into our back room! My husband opened the door and Jim walked inside. Jerry called out to me and asked me to get a beer for our guest. Slowly and shyly with a lot of nervousness, I walked in carrying two bottles and frosty glasses. Jim's eyes almost popped out looking at me! As they drank a couple of beers, I could see that Jim could simply not keep his eyes off my body. I further could make out the form of his penis standing erect in his pants. It appeared huge! My husband was getting thrilled with anticipation of what it would do to my lovely tight vagina.
After sometime and a few beers, my husband asked me if I was ready for the massage. With great nervousness, I nodded. He then invited Jim to our spare bedroom. He told him in front of me that I was nervous, and as he would probably need to disrobe me slowly to ensure a good massage, it would be better if, both of them also disrobed little by little, so that I would not feel too shy. Jim agreed with a big grin on his face! I looked shocked! He patted me and told me that by doing it this way, I would not feel conscious of myself and I would enjoy the massage better. In the bedroom, Jim asked me to first remove my blouse and skirt and lie down on the bed. I hesitated, so my husband walked up to me and helped me remove my clothes. I lay down on the bed. Jim applied some cream on his palms and started massaging my arms.
He was very slow and sensuous, and kept staring at my breasts and navel. Gradually I started easing up on my tensions. He then told me he would now massage my neck. Again he was very slow and sensuous and kept staring at my breasts and abdomen with lust in his eyes. I now started becoming a bit uneasy, and yet I was obviously beginning to get a bit excited. He then told me that he would now massage my upper chest and that I had to remove my bra. I looked up at my husband and he told me that it was okay and removed my bra, also asking Jim to remove his shirt. Jim had a very broad and hairy chest with rippling muscles. I stared at his hairy chest and muscles with nervousness. Jim started massaging my upper chest. Again he was very slow and sensuous and kept staring at my large rosy nipples. I now started getting more excited!
Jim then told me that he would now massage my thighs. I nodded slowly. My husband told Jim to remove his pants. Jim was wearing briefs under his pants. My husband and I were almost shocked to see a very huge bulge under his underwear. Obviously his massive organ was completely erect and was straining against the underwear. I stared at his organ with some apprehension. Jim started massaging my calves and then my thighs. He gave a very slow and sensuous massage on my thighs and kept sliding his hand more and more upwards into my thong towards my hot vagina. My black thong was drenched with moisture. It was obvious that I was very excited and was secreting my juices through my moist vagina. Jim next told me that he would now massage my upper thighs and hence I should remove my thong.
I kept silent as I was feeling extremely shy. My husband told Jim to remove it himself. He also told him to remove his briefs, so that I could also see his penis and not be self conscious of my nudity. Jim pulled off my thong then slipped off his underwear. Jerry and I could not believe our eyes! Here was the biggest and most massive penis that I had ever seen in my life. It was Gigantic! It looked like an angry snake! It was around ten inches long, three inches in diameter and had a gigantic head. It was completely erect! I almost fainted looking at his massive organ in fear. Jim stretched and pulled both my thighs upwards, giving him a very close up view of my tiny, tender and moist vagina. They could smell the pungent sexy smell which was emanating from my intimate place! Jim positioned himself, kneeling on the bed so that he could put each of my thighs, either side on each of his shoulders.
His monster cock was now only an inch away from my tiny tight vagina! I was now completely excited. My husband also became extremely excited, removed all his clothes, and slipped closer to us so that he could watch clearly. Jim started his sensuous massage on my upper thighs. Slowly he started massaging the outer labia of my vagina and I started squirming. Jim pulled himself closer to me, his penis now touching my vaginal entrance. He continued his massage of my vagina with his fingers. I was getting more and more excited by the minute. Jim looked over at my husband, who told him to go ahead. I realized what my husband was asking him to do, and although I was extremely excited and my pussy was pouring out my juices, I looked at Jerry helplessly from the bed. He patted my cheeks and told me that it was okay. I did not know what to do.
Jim stood for a moment and gazed at my naked body, appreciating my firm, round breasts, nearly perfect tummy and shapely tanned legs. He reached forward and cupped my breasts, lowering his face to their softness. With expertise and gentleness, he kissed each breast. I don't know how long he spent kissing, nibbling, sucking and caressing my breasts, as time seemed to stand still in the room lit by mid-summer sunlight. My back arched and small throaty moans would occasionally make their way into the lustful air, adding fuel to the fire, which was on its way to being out of control. I remember being laid on the bed, my head resting on satin sheets. Jim's hands and fingers were rubbing my pubic area, forcing me to moan louder and twitch as he rubbed my ever-swelling clit. It was obvious that he had played this day over in his mind more than once.
As he rubbed my clit into near climax, his mouth never left my breasts and neck. I was so close to being desperate for more, I almost demanded outright that he go down on me. He must have read my mind, because at just the end of my ability to hold out, he moved his face to where his hand had just been. Now with his fingers slipping inside me, searching out the wettest area, I could feel his mouth blow hot air onto my pubic area just above my clit. I thought I was going to be set afire right then and there! His fingers teasingly played with my G-spot while he nibbled and mouthed me. It was the most intensely erotic experience I had up to that time. By now I was moaning so loudly that a fleeting vision entered my mind. It was of my husband, watching us and listening to my groans and moans of pleasure, with his penis as hard as a rock, and his imagination taking over every aspect of his existence.
Finally, Jim returned to his prior position and parted my legs to fit his desires. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan as it offered caresses of its own on my wet and moist vaginal lips. Jim lowered himself, and with skilled fingers, he parted my lips and forced my engorged clitoris out of its hiding. I could feel the blood racing to my entire pubic area, making it hotter and even more sensitive. Fingers slid in and out of my pussy, reaching farther than I thought possible, just to be pulled back out and then plunged back in, creating an exquisite rhythm with the beats of my heart and the breath in my chest. Dancing madly to the rhythm was a tongue so talented it alone took my breath away! He moved in such a way, I thought briefly that surely he must be a part of a wild dream. With every plunge, lick, suck, nibble, rub, push, and dart, I felt my body quiver, jolt and respond to him without my permission or my control.
My body was his as he brought me to a shuddering, explosive, convulsive and nearly mind-blowing orgasm, and my husband was allowing it. I wrapped my fingers around his curls and dug my nails into his scalp, throwing my hips into his face only to jerk them back, pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again. My groans had long since been replaced by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy, which I would feel for days each time I spoke a word. As my orgasm slowly subsided and my breathing reached a fairly normal rate, I could sense both of their eyes on me. Jim noticed my belly, moving with each breath, as did my breasts, still taut and rigid from the attention they received. My chest was flushed and splotchy with excitement. My face was red. My lips were pouting and nearly plum red from biting and sucking on them in the thrust of "Cumming".
My eyes were bright and alive with a fire only sex provides. My hair was now soaked to my temples and forehead from the sweat. Jim looked wickedly at me with no words, telling me he was not even close to being finished. I felt a momentary mix of elation and panic as I realized that the look I'd seen on his face meant that he wasn't ready to go home just yet. I could tell that he had treated me to the orgasm so that upon finishing, he could truly apply his attention and talents to his own orgasm and pleasure. My breath caught in my throat. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, that my own incredible satisfaction was just cherry on the cake, and that having Jim ejaculate inside my stretched and swollen vagina was the main objective. Still, I knew that if this man was that good at giving me pleasure, he must be a phenomenal beast when it came to his own.
Before I was able to give it a moment's more thought, Jim was standing before me. He was a tall man with a physique that rivaled those of some models. His hand was holding his gigantic cock and rubbing it very slowly as he drank in my form. His eyes were filled with a cloudy and yet stabbing lust. He was getting harder by the second, and I watched in naked silence as he grew to a size, which again caused me to catch my breath. He was gigantic in my opinion, and he grinned when he recognized what must've been a common expression on my face. I glanced up and saw his grin, realizing how young and naive I must have looked. Jim then smiled one of his enigmatic smiles, allowing me to see the man I would know so well. I let my head relax on the satin, unable to stop my eyes from traveling downward to his enormous penis.
When my eyes once again made their way to his crude and rugged face, I could tell he was finished allowing me to get over my shock of his size. He lowered himself again, plunging his face into my vagina causing me to squeal in humorous shock. I laughed out loud at his sudden and teasing movement, appreciating his talent for lightning up the situation. He kneeled between my legs and brought my hips upward under the guide of his hands. He lowered my buttocks onto his knees so that it was at an angle and at his mercy. I watched as he grabbed his penis, thick and hard as it already was. His hand and penis, together, gave my already beaten, pounded and stretched pubic area a good spanking. His bulbous head was being slapped against my pubic bone with what seemed a great deal of force. With each slap, I swear I saw his shaft swell, being led by the growth of his mushroom tip.
I was watching this while fully aware of how wet the slight thump-sting to my already sensitive area was causing me to become hot and turned on by this man. By the time my hips began tilting even higher, begging for a better beating, he was to his full erectus and ready to drive me home. He pushed my knees upward, freeing his legs from bracing my buttocks and inched forward until he was positioned as he wanted. I recall feeling his thighs against the backs of mine and how the seconds before his first thrust seemed to last a lifetime. Suddenly and finally, I felt his marble-hard penis force its way into my tender vagina, guarded by two delicate but strong lips. I felt the head, slightly pointed, large, rigid and hot push its way in. His organ was intensely hard and smooth and had a strong brute force as it lent its strength to the head.
The head hit the back of my pussy with a fury and passion equal to none but my own. A strong and sharp pain filled my vagina for a moment, leaving me aching for more. As he pulled his penis out of me, I prepared for the return of the monster. I held my breath and just then, I felt him re-enter and attack my inner back walls, attempting to break them down. I felt the pain again, too, but this time it didn't startle or hurt me as much. I enjoyed knowing that the sharpness was from this huge organ hitting deep inside me. The more I thought about his penis filling my already stretched vagina, the more I was turned on. My thighs thrust hard against his, forcing our bodies to collide in a sexual fusion. I found that my previous animalistic screams were just the seeds to what was coming out of my mouth now. I didn't recognize my own sounds. They sounded alien and nearly horrific and oddly, purely sexual.
Just as I was sure I was on my way to cumming again, Jim suddenly pulled out, and in one graceful move, turned me around so that I faced the headboard and window. I felt his hands, large and strong, grab my hips and pull me roughly against his raging penis. He thrust his member into my pussy, and with the thrust, I felt my entire being weaken. He pushed so far inside that I felt that pain again, but it was different. This time, his head rubbed against my G-spot as it passed its way into my domain. My arms shook with weakness as they stressed to hold me in position. My head jerked back to the point where it touched my shoulders, and with it, a groan that was deep and throaty. My buttocks and vagina muscles clinched, locking a hold around his penis which I could tell immediately he enjoyed. With a swift pull, he was at my opening again, and preparing for re-entry.
Over and over again, he thrust himself deep within my inner walls, causing me to cum around his shaft countless times. My entire body was shaking and sweaty by the time he gave me the hardest ramming of all. I could feel his semen shooting with a matched force into me. His heartbeat was undoubtedly forcing the jiz to crash into my walls in perfect time. I could feel the thump-squirt-thump-squirt for what felt like an hour. I loved feeling a strange man's semen being sprayed into me. The thought of never before having this man's semen filling my vagina, was an incredible aphrodisiac. With this realization, I thrust my buttocks backwards, farther onto his penis, feeling that now familiar pierce of pain. I nearly sat upright, trying with all my will to swallow his member with my vagina. I felt his semen quickly begin to ooze from my vagina onto his satisfied penis.
He pulled completely out after giving me a gentle nudge forward. Still on my hands and knees, I watched as he wrapped his fingers around his organ, collecting as much of the spilled semen as possible. Then, with fingers and thumb covered, he allowed his juice to drip and slide onto my anus and further down to my vagina, which was so full already, it was beginning to drip on its own. Sometime in the next few moments, he got cleaned up and dressed. I collapsed into a more relaxed position on my side. He came over and smiled down at me. Jim brushed my hair gently from my face, peeling the strands still glued onto my skin by sweat. I felt weak and completely used. I loved it! I smiled back at him, not bothering to rise up and be the polite hostess. The times of polite hosting were definitely in the past now. Jim bent down and kissed my cheek softly to say goodbye.
I did not complain when Jerry invited him back and Jim finally laid me on the floor and started to remove my clothing. I was wearing a cotton top over a pair of skintight Levis. He made no attempt to remove my top. Instead he concentrated on removing my jeans. I raised my hips to assist his effort. Soon his eyes were gazing at my black lace panties, which sharply contrasted with my smooth and fair skin. The pleasure on his face was unmistakable. He leaned over my thighs and tenderly planted a kiss, right over my clit. It was arousing, the way he kissed. A shudder escaped from deep within my body. "Eat me!" I urged him. He was more than happy to oblige. Resting his face against my pouting mound of love, he pressed his mouth and applied a string of kisses. Then without warning, Jim pulled down my panties with his teeth.