The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 07

Marylyn and I had played with this on occasion but we never went any further than a finger or two. I could never get comfortable. Ellen pulled her mouth off me and Sarah pressed her pussy more firmly onto my mouth and as she did, Ellen lifted my legs to Sarah's waiting arms. With a firm grasp, Sarah pulled my legs back and apart. I could feel the cool air flooding my exposed ass.

"David, baby, relax and take it now. I'll make it good."

Then I felt it. Ellen had positioned herself between my opened thighs and exposed ass. The firm object was pressed against my anus, the head of it partially inserted. I felt her slow short pushes meant to open and loosen me for what was to come and then she told me.

"It's time to take this bitch's ass. His cunt."

She slowly pushed the phallus into me a couple inches and withdrew before pushing back in and fucking it a couple inches deep each time. Then she slapped my ass and said "Take it, bitch." The next stroke went deeper and the pain unnerved me and before I could react, she pushed it deeper and started stroking the strapped on phallus into my ass. She made slow strokes at first and then picked it up, sinking more of the length of the tool into me. Sarah watched with intense interest and then exploded in a gushing orgasm on my face. She then removed herself and squatted, kissing my face and stroking my hair.

"Fuck him, Ellen. Take his ass and make him yours. He's my gift to you."

Ellen lifted herself up and began slapping her cock into me, fucking me deep and completely. It didn't hurt at this point and with her stroking my erect cock I knew I was close. Her hand, encased in the lubricant, squeezed my prick and began milking me. When I could hold out no longer, she buried herself in me and I came all over her other free hand with her catching all of it. When my orgasm subsided and with Ellen's cock still buried in me, he brought herself to my face and whispered.

"Lick your spunk off my hand, David. It's the proper thing for my bitch to do."

Why I don't know but I complied. I think having her cock still in me had something to do with it. When I had finished, she slowly withdrew her phallus and lay back on the blanket next to me. Sarah was running her fingers over my belly and then Ellen leaned over and kissed me gently toying with my lips and tongue. She kissed my cheek, my ears, my throat and bent down and sucked my nipple. When she rose up she simply said

"Thank you".

I thought of Marylyn at that moment and what she was likely doing or having done to her. I looked at Sarah and said "Marylyn."

"My little kitty is safe, David. Trust me. She is going to sate her desires this evening if she hasn't already and when all is good, she will sleep alone with you tonight. Until then, I need you. Let's get up."

The three of us rose and Ellen pulled me aside and said to me.

"David, thank you for doing this. I wasn't sure at first but then, I can usually read people's inclinations in this regard. I wasn't wrong. Perhaps your wife and you might visit sometime, with Sarah of course."

I wasn't sure what to say at that point so I just smiled and indicated that Sarah could arrange that when the time came. We walked back to the pool and veranda. Janet was still seated with a couple of the men from earlier but they were relaxing with drinks and partially clothed. A few other nude and partially clothed guests were milling about. We strolled past them and into the house where Ellen kissed us both and excused herself to go be with her husband.

Sarah led me upstairs and into the master bedroom where we stripped off our remaining clothes and walked into the shower. After washing each other and drying, she led me back onto her bed and we lay there for a while before she dropped herself down and took my softened cock in her mouth. It did not take long before I was ready.

"David, my sweet man, will you make love to me, tonight, slowly, like I know you do with your wife?"

I nodded and whispered to her "You know I will" and that is what I did for the next hour. I didn't fuck her. I made love to this woman who loved me and had just put me through several days of heightened erotica. I had fucked her, made love to her and allowed her to control my life and Marylyn's for several days now. I had even allowed her to have a dominatrix, albeit a sweet, sensitive one, take my ass for the first time. It hurt at first but it was pleasurable when I climaxed. I entered her gently and made love to this woman, missionary, face to face and embraced her entire body. When I was ready, I orgasmed in her just as I would my wife and then rested in her arms.

"Thank you, sweet man. I love you so much."

I looked into her eyes and just kissed her lips.

I must have dozed off because I woke and Sarah was gone. Jumping up I took a shower and when I came out, lying on the bed was my wife. The gel was washed out of her hair, the makeup was gone and she was wearing one of her favorite nightgowns, a comfortable thigh length silk teddy I had bought her a couple years ago. The bed had been changed with fresh linens and turned down. As I approached, she reached over to the same lampstand that held Roger's Pride that first night and clicked off the lamp.

"Goodnight, my husband. I love you so much."

"Good night, my wife. I love you more than you could know."

I lay there thinking about past events with her snuggled up to me closely. It was time to return to our world and forge a new path together. It was not going to be what we had before. That innocence had been taken and had taken me along with it. I felt as much a whore as I knew her to be. I don't think I wanted to know what she did that evening and I didn't want to share my experiences with her, at least not yet. In the morning, we would return to our home and shake the dust off our boots before lighting the hearth and starting a new day. I looked over and she was asleep.

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"Was it worth it, Roger?"

He looked at me knowing what I wanted to know. Stoicism was his stock in trade when pushed but it was a counterfeit trait. Roger had no class and patience was never a true virtue with him. Fright ruled his life now, a fear of being an old dickless, unloved man who never loved anybody except himself. He fucked my wife and I fucked his life before I fucked his wife, a completely fucked over man. I almost felt sorry for him but I couldn't muster it up. He was evil and a coward.

"You fucking bastard. I should kill you."

He picked up the S&W .38 on his dresser and leveled it at me. There was hatred in his eyes and avarice. He was greedy for what he could never have, his manhood.

"Yes, I should kill you and let you bleed all over the floor. You didn't have to do this to me. You could have done anything except this. Even a dog doesn't deserve this."

"True that, Roger, somebody could have done something else if they had a mind but whoever did it knew that your fucking cock was the only thing you actually valued in life."

"You did it, you bastard fuck."

"No, Roger, I only fuck your wife whenever she desires it and run the company that no longer has your name on it and make long delicious love to my wife who, when you think about it, was the actual impetus for the loss of your fucking worthless cock."

There was fury in his eyes now and he held the .38 straight out and said

"Die, Fucker."

The blast from the retort was loud in the small bedroom and Roger gazed at the result of his murderous rage and broke down weeping, a completely broken man. He had robbed David Stone of his innocence and broken his wife into something that when put back together again was quite different from the treasure she had been before. He looked at the singular bullet on the bed.

Five minutes later, I was sitting in my truck ready to leave and heard the second retort, a stronger blast, one with projectile force rather than that of a tight paper wad. I turned the ignition over and called Kiera and Millicent.

"Meet me at the Pub."

End and Conclusion

Authors Note:

I am probably not done with David, Marylyn, Sarah, Kiera, Millicent, William Bishop and Olivia, among others including Pam. I wrote this to introduce the characters and create building blocks that might provide the impetus for interesting vignettes. Some people liked the story. Others did not. For those that did, I appreciate your kindness. For those that did not, well, I can appreciate your desire for different pastures.

"Ayah, you can't get there from here"