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"Hey, don't wipe. Catherine will clean you off." Jessica laid back as my wife took a position between her legs. I watched with satisfaction as my elegant wife of fifteen years began to eagerly suck Carl's cum from Jessica's wide open pussy.

 

Carl was surprised and dumbfounded. We was amazed that this elegant lady (we had stopped at the local bar after a charity event, and Catherine was wearing a lovely gown) would be so happily sucking cum from another girl. Catherine was a leader in the Junior League and chairman of the Cancer Ball, a highbrow society function. My donations to civic projects and charities made us elite in Houston, and we lived inside the Loop to prove it.

 

Catherine's long tongue was sticking out from her perfect lips, darting inside Jessica to get some cream. Then she'd tickle Jessica's clit and start all over. With Catherine's hair in a high french roll, we had a perfect view. We watched as Jessica began to breath hard while Catherine worked her. Then when Jessica came, Catherine slid her tongue into position to catch the semen that oozed out.

 

When it stopped dripping, Catherine stood to give me a cummy kiss. Then we left the hapless duo behind, hopping into our Mercedes SUV to dash off. "Suck me," I said. I had contained my raging erection, but no longer. Catherine leaned over, unzipped my trousers, and pulled out my cock. Then she sucked me off, her well-practiced lips milking my seed from me. I quickly splashed cum on the back of her throat. She of course gobbled it down.

 

You see, even though she was my wife, she understood her rightful place. I was the king of the household, and she was its cum queen. Earlier in the evening, she had seemed to forget. Eating a complete strangers' creampie and blowing me in the car reminded her of her station. This was just a reminder. I did love her, after all.

 

A few days later, I found her typing at the computer when I returned home from work early. I guess she didn't hear me coming, because I had time to see that she was writing a message to someone. I demanded to know what she was doing, and her guilt was readily apparent. With her standing next to me, I reviewed the message log. She had been sending erotic messages back and forth to some guy on the internet, filled with filth.

 

Time for another reminder. I sent Catherine to strip and mount the "penalty chair". This was a hard wooden chair to which I had attached a large dildo standing straight up. I told her, "back door," which meant she was to sit in the chair with the dildo in her ass. Then I sat in my large comfy recliner, sipping a martini, as I watched her struggle to get it in. When it was all in, I fed her my cock, telling her what we would do that night. I spent the next three hours shopping while she sat with her ass filled.

 

I arranged for the car to come around later, to drive us to the airport where we'd catch take our plane to New Orleans. Another car met us at the jet hanger. In three hours, six after her infraction, we were on Bourbon Street.

 

In five more minutes, Catherine was flashing her tits at guys from a balcony. Then her pussy. We were showered with beads, payment for her display. We walked down the street, Catherine covered with beads as guys whistled. So many beads meant she had shown everything. Many times. It was proof she was a slut. We walked into a sex shop, where the transvestite happily showed us the biggest strap on dildo he had.

 

We went into a strip club, where I had Catherine approach a group of guys. They were from a bachelor party. While she arranged for her own gangbang, I asked the stripper if she'd like to fuck Catherine too. She agreed to come to our room after her next set.

 

The guys said that the party was at another hotel, and that they'd go get more friends. We went to our hotel, where I had Catherine blow me. I wanted to be relaxed enough to enjoy it. As she bobbed up and down, I gave her diamond studded choker necklace she would be wearing as her only adornment that night. It had set me back 200 grand. As I watched her neck swallowing my cum, bulging against the expensive necklace, I knew it was money well spent.

 

Catherine stripped nude and put her hair up in a tiara I'd brought, then applied bright red lipstick and put on matching high-heeled pumps. She was finished just moments before the knock on the door. Dutifully, she opened the door to the four guys. "The others are on their way," they grinned.

 

I sat on the couch and watched my lovely wife service these men. She began by pulling out each of their dicks and putting them in her mouth as she knelt. The contrast between her regal diamond-studded appearance and her slutty, common actions was magnificent. She was in fine form, pushing her bright red lips onto their growing cocks until they were against their pubes. One of them finally got up the guts to ask to fuck her.

 

She replied by lying on the bed with her head hanging off, and he fell between her legs. He paused only momentarily before plunging into her. One of the other guys began fucking her open mouth. It was something to watch his nuts smacking her nose. The other two guys began roughly sucking her nipples.

 

The guy fucking her came a few minutes later, deep inside her. He was replaced by the guy in her mouth. They made one more turn before three other guys knocked at the door. I let them in, and their eyes popped.

 

These new men also had new ideas. They asked to fuck her ass, and I told them to go for it. The man in her pussy pulled out and lifted her legs so that her ass was available. He pushed in, surprised at how loose she was. Catherine's eyes darted to me; the assfucking must have hurt a bit after sitting for three hours with a fat dildo in her ass that afternoon. But she was too busy to notice, I reasoned.

 

The guys took turns cumming in her ass and pussy, as each desired. After each had cum in one of her holes, I stood and interrupted the action. I went to the mini bar and got two glasses. I handed them to her and told her to "fill the glasses". She squatted holding on glass to her pussy while the other hand plugged her ass. She squeezed her well-used cunt and cum dripped out into the glass. It was maybe half full! Then she squeezed the cream from her ass in the other glass.

 

"Drink," I commanded. She guzzled the pussy glass down, drinking the creampie thirstily. She even licked the glass. Then, eyes locked on mine, she drank down the fudge pie, her face reflecting how detestable she thought it. The guys hooted and hollered in amazement, but I smiled, feeling the flush of total power over this woman.

 

Then, more fucky sucky for her. She was half way through the other guys when the dancer from the club arrived. The guys wanted to see Catherine eat her immediately, so she stripped and sat astride Catherine's face. My little cuntlicker eager probed at her, no doubt delighted by the change in flavor. For her turn, I gave her the big strap on, and she took a rotation fucking Catherine too. Since she couldn't squirt cum in her, she rode Catherine until Catherine swallowed the load of the guy she was sucking. Since he had been limp when she started, the dancer fucked her hard and deep for a long time.

 

After the second round, Catherine again drank her creampie and her fudgepie. Most of the guys had chosen the fudgepie this time for some reason. Some of the guys also fucked the dancer, who soon wanted it bad. Then she sat again on Catherine's nasty tongue while Catherine cleaned her inside and out. She even gave Catherine a fresh fudgepie. During the third round and further, the men all came on her, coating her with their stickiest loads.

 

Eventually, the night came to a close. As usual, when they left, Catherine sucked and swallowed me. Then, I wrapped her in a robe, nude underneath, and we took a limo back to the airport. I kissed her a lot, asking if she had learned her lesson. She had, she assured me, but not until after I had let her suck off the limo driver. We got home and went to bed, both of us exhausted. I fell asleep, still amused at the elegant society woman who had just been gangbanged.

 

***

 

A week later, I came home again. Catherine had been a model wife. I went into the study, finding her again on computer. I demanded that she tell me what she was doing. She looked up at me, surprisingly blandly, and "informed" me that she was preparing a lesson for me. Surprised by the tone of her voice, let alone the words, I failed to hear the footfalls behind me. I was unprepared for the flashing lights I saw and the darkness that followed.

 

I awoke, my head hurting like crazy. I shook it, clearing cobwebs but it still hurt. It was then that I noticed I was bent over some sort of padded bench. It was like a saw horse, and my wrists and ankles were bound to the corners. Without being able to turn and look, I gathered that I was nude. I swallowed hard, trying to clear my throat to shout, and noticed that something was around my neck.

 

I did shout, only to be surprised at how near Catherine's voice was. I demanded to know the meaning of this, and she casually informed me that it was time for me to learn MY lesson. Her voice dripped with maliciousness and I knew I was in trouble. She told me I had been blackjacked and bound. I was going to get a taste of her life and the hell I had made it. If I cooperated, it would be easier on me. If not, it would still happen and it would merely hurt more. She scared me.

 

First things first, she said. She came to me, put one foot on my shoulder, and grabbed the back of my head by my hair. I experienced searing pain as my head was pulled back roughly and she thrust her pussy into my face. Not really sure what she expected, I licked tentatively at her. I didn't really like eating pussy. I found that she didn't like my technique at all, and she ground her muff into my face.

 

She soon announced she was dissatisfied at my effort, and that maybe I needed some more jewelry besides the choker I was wearing. Oh, that's what was around my neck. She called to someone, Yvonne I think, who came up with a tongue bar on a pillow. My first thought was "oh shit! Someone else is here", and my second was "oh shit! She's piercing my tongue!" I looked at the pillow, seeing a diamond ended piercing bar. Even though it dazzled, I defiantly informed her that under no circumstances would I get my tongue pierced.

 

As I shut my mouth, she calmly remarked that she didn't remember asking my opinion. I saw the legs of a large man appear, and he pried open my jaw, pinching the hinges like you do when you need to give a dog a pill. "I'll use pliers if I have to mate," he said. "Stick that tongue out like a good boy." My jaw hurt like hell, but still I resisted. Until, that is, I saw him pull a pair of rusty pliers from his pockets.

 

It hurt rather less than expected to get tongue pierced. What hurt more was having to lick Yvonne to orgasm as the Australian bloke fucked my wife. My tongue was throbbing by the time Catherine presented her pussy to me. I saw that it was filled with the guy's cum. "Better get used to it," Catherine said, smirking at my discomfort. "You are the new cum queen in this household."

 

She pressed her cum-filled pussy against my face, and I felt the goo coating my face as her lips parted and it oozed out. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue, tasting her… and him. The texture was truly creamy and the flavor wasn't as bad as the knowledge that I was eating his cum. But I did it, eating her and learning what she liked on the fly. The cream texture disappeared, replaced by a stronger thinner fluid that I eventually learned was hers. I was grateful when she came, because my head was really hurting. The ordeal was over.

 

Actually, it was just beginning. Two other men appeared, who were apparently her henchmen. I spent the next hour learning how it felt to have cock in my mouth. Not only clean cocks, but cocks that had already cum in pussies. I also ate more creampies. Catherine seemed determined to make me an oral slut.

 

But that was not all. As one of the men was swelling in my mouth, Catherine came behind me and began stroking my buttocks. Then, she spread my cheeks and squirted lube right on my hole, making me scream. Actually, I couldn't scream, because the man pushed in deeper than before, making me gag. By the time I stopped choking, her finger was in my ass wriggling around. The man began pumping my mouth deeply, forcing me to concentrate on him as she worked to open me. My spirits fell as I realized I would be an ass whore too.

 

Just like I had done with her, she made me get the guys hard orally before they raped my ass. I felt so degraded, especially when I came as they ass fucked me. I knew intellectually that it was a physical response to my prostate being rubbed, but to my shame I thought it felt great. The men pointed out how much I "liked" getting sodomized, completing my shame.

 

The final shameful act I did that night was the worst. She released me from the frame, and made me squat over a glass. The cum dripped out of my ass and into the glass. As Yvonne masturbated me, Catherine swirled the glass around and showed me the mixture. Yvonne could feel I was close; I had been hard again for an hour and ready to cum for forty-five minutes. Just as I was about to orgasm, Catherine pulled my hair back and the mixture into my mouth. I came while swallowing a fudgepie: my own.

 

The next morning, it seemed like a bad dream. I was clean, and not all that sore beyond the massive headache. Catherine was gone from our bed. I got up and wandered into the bathroom, hoping to convince myself it had been a nightmare. I filled a glass of water, and stared at myself in the mirror. Around my neck was a diamond-studded choker necklace! I stuck out my tongue, seeing the diamond stud there. My God!

 

In a daze, I wandered downstairs. I heard noises as I entered the kitchen. Catherine was stretched out on the table in the breakfast nook, getting fucked by our gardener. She looked up at me, and smiled. "I am getting your breakfast," she said. I watched passively as he pumped in and out, then came deep in her. He popped out and she crooked a finger and then pointed to her pussy, already oozing his cum.

 

I knelt in front of her, knowing that this was my new position: Creampie Eater.

 

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