A Husband's Lesson

Brenda was a devoted wife. She spent hours in the kitchen, preparing delicious meals for her husband, Mark. Every evening, she would greet him with a warm smile and a home-cooked dinner on the table.

Despite her efforts, Mark often came home late from work, barely acknowledging Brenda as he rushed to his home office. Brenda's heart ached with loneliness, but she buried her feelings deep within, determined to be the best wife she could be.

To her, Mark was just a hard working man. If he sometimes ignored her, or got upset with her, well, that was probably just the stress of his job. It wasn't in her personality to confront him about any of it.

Her sister, Sophie, had always been the outspoken one in the family. She couldn't understand why Brenda put up with Mark's behavior.

It wasn't just the way Mark treated Brenda, it was the way he seemed to view every woman, even Sophie. The fact that she was his wife's sister seemed to have no effect on him. More than once she caught him checking out Sophie when he thought no one was looking. It made her skin crawl, knowing that he could be so disrespectful right in front of Brenda. Her sister deserved better.

Sophie tried to talk to Brenda about it a few times, but Brenda always waved it off, saying Sophie was just exaggerating.

Sophie knew her sister would never believe her. And even if she did, she was unlikely to ever stand up to her husband.

No, if things were going to change in her sister's marriage, Sophie was going to have to help. After a few weeks of preparing, her plan was ready.

One afternoon, Sophie called her sister, asking if Brenda would be able to run an errand for her.

"Of course, Sophie. What do you need me to do?" Brenda asked, eager to assist her sister.

Sophie explained that she needed some important documents picked up from the lawyer's office across town before it closed for the day. Brenda nodded, taking note of the address and promising to grab them so Sophie could retrieve them from Brenda later that night.

As Brenda made her way to the lawyer's office, Sophie seized the opportunity to make her way to Brenda's house. She grabbed the bag she had packed with everything she would need for her idea, and headed over to her sister's house, knowing Mark was home alone.

When she arrived, she knocked on the door. Mark opened it, his eyes wandering all over his sister-in-law. She was a little shorter than her sister, very athletic, with a slim body. Easy on the eyes, Mark always thought to himself.

"Sophie, what a surprise." Mark said, smiling. "Brenda's not here at the moment."

"Oh that's ok." Sophie said, making herself smile at him in spite of the disgust she felt towards him. "I actually came to see you."

Mark's smile widened. "Me?" Mark raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Sophie's sudden interest in him. He gestured for her to come inside, his mind already beginning to wander with possibilities of why she was there.

As he followed her in, he looked down, staring at her ass, admiring the view.

As they settled in the living room, Mark poured them each a glass of wine, trying to maintain an air of casual charm. But Sophie saw right through it. She could sense the arrogance oozing off him, the entitlement that made him think he could flirt with any woman who crossed his path. So far the plan was working flawlessly.

"So, what brings you here today, Sophie?" Mark asked, his tone slightly flirtatious.

"You." She said, forcing herself to match his flirting tone. She smiled to herself as the arrogant bastard got a cocky gleam in his eye.

Mark leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne overwhelming Sophie's senses. She fought the urge to cringe as he reached out to touch her hand, his intentions unmistakable.

Sophie held her breath, playing along with the charade. "Brenda's very lucky, you know. I envy her. To have such a successful man to care and provide for her."

Mark's ego swelled at the praise, and he moved even closer to Sophie.

Sophie stopped him. "I'm sorry Mark. We can't. She's my sister after all."

Mark's eyes glinted with mischievous interest. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." He smiled.

Sophie felt a rush of anger and disgust, but she maintained her composure.

"Mark...I couldn't do that to her." Sophie continued, trying to find the perfect balance of resistance and allure.

Mark wasn't about to be turned away so easily. He had fantasized about his wife's sister for years, and now here she was, in his house, alone, with him.

He leaned in closer, his thumb gently brushing against the sensitive skin on the back of her hand.

"I don't know. I think it's kind of hot...fucking my wife's sister. In our bed."

Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine. "Is that what you want to do, Mark?"

Mark's smile widened. "I've wanted to do it for years." and he leaned in closer.

As he did, Sophie's face changed, turning cold. She reached down, pulling her phone from her pocket. She pressed it, and Mark froze, as he heard the conversation replayed back to him.

"You recorded me? What the hell is this?" he said angrily, sitting up, staring at his sister in law.

Sophie grabbed her phone and turned it off, then slowly got up, her face showing a confident satisfaction.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"I want you to stand up and get undressed." Sophie said firmly.

Mark stared at Sophie, his eyes wide with confusion and anger. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sophie took a deep breath and folded her arms, meeting his gaze with a steely determination. "I want you to stand up and take off your clothes. Now."

Mark glared at Sophie. He wasn't used to not being in control. He hated the feeling. His eyes flicked to the phone in her hand, considering.

"Fine." he said, quietly as he reached down, stripping.

Sophie watched him closely as he stripped. She could see why Brenda put up with his shit--he was still in great shape, with surprisingly defined muscles for his age. But that didn't excuse the way he treated her, the way he acted.

"Now, bend over the kitchen table, facing the door."

Mark glared at her as he compiled, bending over the table. Sophie dug around in her bag. She pulled out two pairs of handcuffs.

"Oh no fuckin way." he shouted, starting to stand. Sophie simply held up the phone in response.

Mark froze, cursing. He bent back down. Sophie stepped forward, handcuffing each hand to a different leg of the table. It would now be impossible for Mark to stand.

Sophie picked up the phone, dialing Brenda's number as she smiled at Mark.

"Hey Soph, what's up?" her sister's voice came over the phone.

"I just wanted to see how close you were to being home?" Sophie said, winking at Mark, cursing at her from his position.

"I'm only a minute or so away. About to pull in the driveway, actually."

"Perfect." Sophie replied. "I've got something to chat with you about when you get here."

She had Mark exactly where she wanted him. He was stuck, naked and vulnerable, with no way of stopping what was about to happen. And he had no idea the humiliation that was coming his way.

They heard the sound of Brenda's car pulling into the driveway and Mark became frantic. "Ok. Shit that's enough. Uncuff me you bitch!"

"Tsk tsk. So angry." She said, taunting him. "This is good. I think we're all going to learn some very important things about each other this evening."

Just then, Brenda walked through the front door, her eyes widening as she saw her husband, naked, handcuffed to the table, facing her.

"What's going on?" Brenda asked, her voice full of confusion and shock.

Sophie walked over to her sister, holding the phone up for her to hear. "I tried to tell you sis."

Brenda listened in shock as she heard Mark's voice on the recording, full of lust and entitlement, talking about how he wanted to fuck her sister. Her face twisted with disgust and betrayal as she listened.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You were right..." she said to Sophie. "All this time..you were right."

"Honey..." Mark pleaded, but the anger in his wife's voice cut him off.

"You do not get to call me honey, you fucking pig! My sister?! Jesus!" Brenda's hand flew to her head, trying to process the emotions swirling inside of her.

Sophie felt bad for her sister, for the shock she was experiencing. But she knew it was necessary. But it wasn't enough to know the truth. Mark had to understand there was a price for what he had done.

Sophie reached down, grabbing the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Then she reached down, removing her pants.

Brenda, still reeling, stopped at the sight of her sister stripping in front of her. "What the hell are you doing?" she said.

Sophie shrugged. "Your pig of a husband wants us both. I figured we should give him what he wants."

Brenda looked at her, in disbelief. "What?"

Mark looked up, just as surprised, maybe even a bit greedy.

But there was an evil gleam in Sophie's eyes that quickly drowned out any hope he had briefly felt.

Sophie was completely naked now, her toned body on display. In spite of his position, his wife right there, Mark couldn't help but stare. Brenda noticed. "Seriously, Mark?!" she yelled out, in complete disbelief that with her right here, even in the state he was in, he couldn't resist eyeing up her own sister. Her anger boiled.

Sophie noticed the anger. That's good. She was counting on it. If Mark was going to learn his lesson, she needed her normally tame sister to embrace that.

Sophie walked forward, bending to look into Mark's eyes. "That's what you want, right? Both of us? Two sisters?"

Mark's eyes widened as he stared back at Sophie, his breathing growing rapid. He hesitated, trying to find the words to say something, but nothing came out. He was torn between confusion, fear and arousal.

Sophie smiled, standing, moving to her bag. She reached in, pulling out two very large, black strap-ons.

Brenda stared at the strap-ons, her eyes growing wide with shock. "What are those for?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Mark looked terrified. "Shit. Oh fuck. Come on, Sophie." he pleaded.

Sophie taunted him. "I thought you wanted us both?" she said with a wink, fastening the strap-on onto herself, the fake cock heavy around her waist. She held out the other strap-on to Brenda, still looking at her, unsure.

Brenda looked at the large strap-on in her hands, then at her sister, that confidence and determination she had always envied was clear in her eyes.

Then she glanced at her husband, cowering, pulling against his handcuffs. The bastard was a pig, so full of himself--she could see that now--and seeing him like this, vulnerable, afraid, was something completely different.

Mark looked up at her, pleading "Honey, baby please..."

Hearing him trying to call her that again, moments after trying to fuck her own sister, made her anger boil once more. "I told you...you do not get to call me that, you bastard." She said, and with an anger that surprised her, Brenda started to strip.

Sophie's smile widened, seeing her sister finally make a decision to stand up for herself. "Oh you are fucked now.." she said to Mark, laughing.

She watched as Brenda fastened the strap-on around her waist. Sophie helped her secure it. They turned towards Mark, large, heavy, rubber cocks hanging from them menacingly.

Mark's eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to move away, but the cuffs held him firmly to the table.

Sophie smiled, turning to her sister, her tone teasing, taunting Mark as she asked her "Brenda, didn't you say Mark loved anal? That he always tried to make you do it, even though you weren't interested?"

Brenda's eyes locked onto Mark's, her face a mixture of fury and determination, nodding.

"Would you like to, or shall I?" Sophie asked her.

Brenda looked at her husband, trembling with fear. She remembered how he had pushed her, how he had never respected her boundaries. She suddenly felt a surge of power, knowing that she could finally get revenge on him for all the hurt and humiliation he had caused her.

She didn't say anything in reply. She just walked around, behind Mark. Mark started pulling with more desperation at his cuffs, frantic now as he felt his wife line the thick rubber cock up behind him.

Sophie grabbed her phone, setting it on the counter, camera facing Mark. She winked at him teasing, "So you can always remember this moment."

With a deep breath, Brenda slowly began to push the strap-on into Mark's ass.

Mark screamed in pain and horror as the rubber cock pierced his ass, but Brenda didn't stop. She kept pushing as her husband squirmed and screamed beneath her. He thrashed wildly, but the handcuffs held him in place.

Sophie watched, her heart swelling with pride for her sister, the way she was taking control and making Mark pay for his past actions.

"So tight." His own sweet wife taunted him, the power of the moment overtaking her.

Mark's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Brenda found her rhythm, thrusting the strap-on in and out of Mark's ass.

Sophie walked forward. "God you make a lot of noise." gripping down, holding her strap-on as she brought it to his mouth.

Mark tried to shake his head, but as his wife thrust into his ass, he cried out, opening his mouth wide as he did. Sophie didn't waste a second, ramming the black strap-on into his mouth, gagging him as his wife continued to fuck his ass.

Brenda moved her hips roughly, the veins bulging around the rubber cock entranced her, she thrust her hips harder, faster, Mark's muffled screams filling the room.

"He makes a good little slut, doesn't he?" Sophie taunted, grunting as she thrust her hips forward, fucking Mark's mouth, making him gag as he bounced back and forth between his wife and her sister, one thick rubber cock in each hole.

Brenda's face contorted with a mix of anger and pleasure as she rode Mark's ass, her husband's muffled pleas and gagging noises encouraging her. "Take it you fucking pig." she grunted.

Sophie heard her sister's words and grinned. This was more than she had ever hoped for. Mark was completely at their mercy now.

Pushing the strap-on all the way into his mouth, she pulled back and thrust forward, fucking his face with a merciless rhythm.

Mark's eyes rolled back in his head as he gagged on the rubber cock, feeling the pressure building inside his ass as Brenda's thrusts grew more intense, tears streaming down his face.

Sophie moved her hips faster, thrusting the fake cock hard into Mark's mouth, savoring the sight of her sister dominating him from behind.

As Brenda's thrusts grew more rapid, Mark's body began to shake. He was still gagging, but Brenda and Sophie were surprised to hear moans mixed in.

Sophie moved her hips in tandem with her sister, still fucking Mark's face mercilessly. "Holy shit...you like this, don't you slut? You're getting off on it. Jesus you're fucked up!" she laughed, taunting him.

Mark's moans grew louder, his body shaking with the intensity of the the experience. He fought hard, trying to resist, the rising climax he could feel even as his wife and his sister-in-law were absolutely destroying his ass and mouth.

Brenda and Sophie looked at each other, surprised at what they were seeing and hearing.

"What the fuck? You're getting off on this?" Brenda's voice was a mix of anger and disgust as she asked her husband.

Mark's muffled cries and gagging noises filled the room, mixed with the sound of wet slapping flesh.

She thrust even harder. "Are you going to cum, Mark? You like this you perverted, fuck?"

"Cum for us, you sick, pathetic bastard," Sophie taunted. "Squeal like a fucking pig while you cum for us."

Mark was on the verge of losing control. His balls tightened, and his cock throbbed as he felt the building tension rise to its peak. He was trying to hold back, to not give them the satisfaction.

Brenda leaned in, talking into his ear as she fucked his ass. "Come on...let it out. Squeal piggie."

Mark's face was twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure, his eyes wide with shock. He was struggling to hold back, but he knew it was a losing battle.

Sophie could tell he was losing it. She pulled her strap-on out of his mouth, it glistening in front of him with his spit, and gripped his hair. "Squeal like the fucking pig you are!"

Mark knew he couldn't hold it back any longer. He let out a hoarse, pig-like scream as the orgasm tore through him. His body shook violently, his cock pulsating and oozing a thick, hot stream of cum all over the floor.

Brenda paused, her strap-on still deep in his ass as she and Sophie watched, their jaws dropping at his perverted climax.

After a few moments, Mark's body finally stilled. He lay there, exhausted and exposed, his ass raw and sore. He didn't know whether to be ashamed or relieved that he had just cum while being completely humiliated by his wife and sister-in-law.

Brenda slid out from him.

"Well..that was unexpected." Sophie said, genuinely.

Sophie looked at cum on the floor. "Look at the fucking mess you made, pig."

Brenda walked around, uncuffing him from the table. He was panting, too sore and weak to do anything at this point.

"I will not have that mess sitting on my floor." Brenda said to him, firm, pointing at the cum on the floor expectantly.

Mark looked at her, weakly, eyes widening as he realized what she was implying. Sophie giggled, enjoying this side of her sister.

"Clean it up, pig." Brenda commanded, pointing at the cum on the floor.

Mark hesitated, but the glint of anger and dominance in his wife's eyes was enough to make him obey.

He slowly, gingerly got down onto the floor. Brenda and Sophie watched, smirking, as Mark began to lick up his own cum from the floor. The sight of him so humiliated and submissive only made their arousal grow even more.

"God you ARE disgusting!" Sophie teased him, she and Brenda enjoying the power they now had over him.

After a few moments, Mark finished licking up the mess. He couldn't look up to meet their eyes, he was too ashamed, too embarrassed.

Sophie walked over, the strap-on, wet with Mark's spit, swinging between her legs. She picked up the phone, stopping the recording.

She handed the phone to Brenda. "New family video..." she joked, and Brenda laughed in response.

Sophie turned to Mark. "What do you say, piggie? Should we post this video online for all to see? Hmmm?"

Mark shook his head, still panting, still sore, his voice hoarse. "No..p..please..."

Brenda looked at her once proud husband, trembling on the floor. Weak. Vulnerable. Afraid. It was empowering.

"No need to. At least not yet." She said. "Because you're going to be a good little pig for us from now on, understand?" She leaned in close and the tone in her voice sent a chill down Mark's back "You are mine, now."

Mark couldn't even muster up the strength to respond. The intensity of the experience had left him completely drained.

Sophie and Brenda got dressed, a new dynamic in the room. Sophie's plan had gone better than she could have imagined. Mark would never dare to treat Brenda with disrespect or try to cheat on her again. Mark was theirs now. He belonged to her, and he belonged to his wife.

The two of them left the room, leaving Mark alone to face the grim reality of his new life, now completely at the mercy of his wife and sister-in-law.