Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2006 19:13:59 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING MY HUSBAND 7

Over the next few days my life with Nick seems to settle down
into a routine which I kind of enjoy. He fucks me at least
three times a day and he allows me to suck his cock while he
does a 69 on me. While I swallow his cum he always insists on
drooling my cum from his mouth into mine. That's all great and
I'm not complaining about doing my duty. The spankings,
strappings and caning are something else. Enjoyable for me
only up to a certain point. Usually when I start crying. But
he loves it and unless I put up with it, I don't think we
have a future together. I always go naked in the house unless
I'm cooking or waiting on table. Then I wear one of my houseboy
aprons. I wear shorts, shirt and tie when I attend college and
have to put up with the jokes from fellow students. Only a few
comment on the cane marks on my lower thighs. I shrug and say
I'm into marshall arts. They can believe me or not. A more
knowing tutor congratulates me on my cane marks and my locked
neck chain.

One day after swimming and sunbathing I go into the kitchen to
check the time. It's only three. I make a ham sandwich, eat it
and have a glass of orange juice. What shall I cook for Nick?
The phone rings.

"Hello. Mr Walton is not in at the moment. May I take..."

"Listen to my instructions boy. Don't bother with dinner, I've
ordered something. You just be showered and clean by six and
be wearing one of your bumboy shirts. Understood?"

"Yes Sir. I'll be ready Sir."

"You better be."

He hangs up. Well, that's that. Nothing to do. I decide to try the
sunbed in my room. Following the instruction manual I smooth cream
over the front of my body and lie down for thirty minutes. Another
thirty minutes lying on my stomach even though I can't quite reach
to apply cream over all my back. The white band around my waist is
not now so pronounced. It only takes two enemas to clean me out and
I then shave the whole of my body just in case. After shampooing my
hair, I shower.

In one of the drawers I find a hair dryer and use this to brush my
blond naturally wavy hair into shape. Looking in the mirror I decide
I look pretty good. Totally naked except for my neckchain. With less
than one hour to spare I read one of my course books.

At six I'm waiting in the kitchen wearing one of my bumboy shirts.
The gate entry phone rings. I look at the screen to see one guy
leaning out of his car window and another guy in the seat beside
him.

"That you Matt. It's Vincent and Aziz the caterers."

"Okay I'll open up and meet you at the front door."

I press the gate enter button and dash to the front door. Opening it
a fraction I see a silver BMW people carrier stopping and the
two guys getting out and opening up the rear door. They're both
in their twenties and wearing black suits with black bow ties.
Vincent is tall, with thick dark wavy hair, clean shaven and
quite good looking. Aziz is even taller and slim with black hair,
fashionable close trimmed beard and stunningly handsome. They
carry several trays each as they walk through the door and head
for the kitchen. Coming back they cannot fail to see me in my
bumboy shirt as they go back to the car. Both wink at me and
come back carrying more trays. Vincent returns, closes the front
door and gives me a hug.

"Hi Matt. Been looking forward to meeting you. Come and meet
Aziz."

As we walk to the kitchen his hand is under my shirt stroking
my ass cheeks. Aziz comes forward and also hugs me very tight
and his hands roam everywhere feeling my prick and balls and
squeezing my arse cheeks.

"Hope Nick's fucking you plenty Matt 'cause I'm betting
that's what you need. Am I right babe?"

"Well er..."

"No need to apologise babe, I can see that's what you need.
Show us your cock."

I lift my shirt to reveal my raging hard on.

"Pull you skin back," orders Aziz.

Red faced I do as I'm told and my knob is in full view. Aziz
puts his fingers under my balls and tickles me. Laughing, I
try to push his hand away, but now Vincent has his fingers
tickling my arse hole and I'm wriggling and laughing between
them.

"Come on, let's see your cunt Matt," suggests Vincent.

They lift me up onto the kitchen table and raise my legs high.
They both grin and touch a finger to my tight rose bud.

"That's just so beautiful don't you think Aziz?"

"Yeah, fantastic and waiting to be opening up well and truly."

"Have we time?" questions Vincent.

"For this boycunt, we make time."

I watch as they both strip off revealing great bodies and
huge hard cocks. Aziz lies down on the floor as Vincent helps
me off the table and out of my shirt. He spits on his hand and
lubricates my hole. I notice Aziz wetting his circumcised cock
with spit. Vincent points down at Aziz.

"Sit on it Matt."

I squat across Aziz with my hard prick almost in his face and
spreading my cheeks with my hands, I gradually lower myself on
to his hard cock. It feels absolutely wonderful and I start
bouncing up and down in time to the rise and fall of the cock
under me. Aziz takes my prick into his mouth as I feel Vincent
urging me forward with his hands. Bent over, I feel Vincent
nudging his cock into my ass alongside the other cock. I
don't know how I cope, but I do and I'm being fucked by two
cocks at once. Wow! This is something! My own prick is ready
to burst and I cum as they very quickly climax and pump their
combined juices up my arse. They slump over me and I start
worrying that Nick might be home any minute.

But it's too late. Nick opens the kitchen door and finds us
sprawled on the floor. Aziz and Vincent's cocks are still up
me and there's cum everywhere. Nick takes the strap from the
back of the door and starts lashing our naked bodies
indiscriminately and yelling obscenities at each of us in turn.
Aziz tries to escape, but Nick lashes him into a corner.
Vincent crawls under the table, but Nick in his rage drags it
aside and lashes Vincent into cowering submission. On my knees
watching these two big naked guys being strapped unmercifully
excites me. My prick is hard, but I know better than to touch
it. Nick stops strapping the guys.

"Stand up and face me, both of you." Nick has stopped yelling
and speaks quietly. "If I inform your boss of this conduct,
you'll be dismissed. Do you want me to do that?"

"No Sir," they both mumble.

"Right, I want you to get cleaned up in the laundry room and
get on with your job serving my visitors food when they
arrive. As punishment you will perform this duty completely
naked... with only your bow ties. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes Sir," both reply, sounding relieved the punishment is
not more severe.

"Better get a move on then."

Vincent and Aziz quickly exit into the laundry room. Nick
turns on me.

"Are you my wife or a whore?"

"They made..."

"I'm sure they did. Without too much resistance from you
I'd imagine. Like sucking off Greg the other day. He told
me how much you relished being his white slave. I know
you're into obeying orders, but in this house you will
obey me, no one else. Understand?"

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."

"I'm not worried about those two fucking you boy. That's
what you're for after all. But they should have asked my
permission first. Now go and get cleaned up, put on a
clean shirt and be ready to open the door when my guests
arrive."

Nick turns and stalks out of the kitchen. While I clean
out Aziz and Vincent's spunk, then shower and dry my
hair, my mind is in a whirl. Nick calls me his wife, but
seems happy for others to use me as long as they have his
permission. Is this what I wanted? I can't think any more as
it's time to be in the hall for when the guests arrive.

A stream of male guests come in the door. Mostly young and
wearing smart casual gear. I dash between opening the door
and serving them drinks in the lounge. Without exception
they all grope me or slap my bottom, presumably I think
with Nick's permission. Mr Trent also hugs me and gives me
a kiss.

"How's it going Matt with you two?"

"Well," I whisper, "if I'm truthful down hill. I must talk
to you soon."

"Sorry to hear this. Come and see me after you finish at
college." Doug Trent sounds concerned.

"Tomorrow, is that okay?"

"That's fine. Now just try and enjoy the party. I'll
sort it all out Matt."

Feeling very relieved after sharing my worries I go
back to serving drinks and getting groped. They're all
good looking guys so I don't really mind especially
when I saw Nick looking at me, smiling and nodding his
approval. When Vincent and Aziz arrived absolutely naked,
but for their black bow ties serving trays of food the
guests have them to grope too. Like me, they both have
stiff erections. I serve Nick a drink and he pulls me
down onto his lap, spreads my legs wide, wets his finger
in my mouth and commences to finger fuck me. Everyone
stops chatting. We're the centre of attention. Some
of the guys are rubbing their cocks through their jeans.
Suddenly, Nick stands up holding me close beside him.

"Now my friends, let me show you a trick I saw performed
this afternoon. Aziz, clear the coffee table and lie
down on it on your back."

Aziz does as he's told and lubricates his massive erection
with spit from his mouth. He's on show to everyone.

"Okay boy, you know the drill." Nick pushes me forward.

There is no doubt what he means. I sit astride Aziz and he
helps me to lower myself onto his cock. He sighs with
absolute pleasure. I spot Nick indicating to Vincent to join
us. I wince aloud as Vincent's cock pushes into my ass alongside
the first one. I've done it before so know it's possible,
but not in front of an audience. Aziz pulls me forward and
kisses me on the mouth. Vincent passionately sucks on my neck
as he starts fucking hard. Voices are urging them on.

"Come on, fuck that boy cunt... give it to the bitch... breed
him good."

This time my partners are taking it slower, putting on a show for
the guests. And my husband is allowing it! Is this what my
life is going to be like? Not love and affection from the
man who I thought was so wonderful? I'm high, I realise, on
being totally humiliated like this in public. I'm responding
eagerly to being fucked by two cocks at once. Perhaps Nick
is right about me being a whore not a wife. Someone, I find is
Nick, grabs my hair and pulls me away from Aziz. I'm sitting
upright on two cocks and tears are pouring down my face. No
one notices or cares.

"Come on cry baby, masturbate yourself for my guests. Let then
see you obey my orders."

I grab my stiff prick and begin wanking myself, looking around
through my tears at these guys enjoying my degradation. Several
have dropped their zips or pants and are tossing themselves off.
Aziz and Vincent are pushing and grunting, grabbing hold of my
body, hurting me. Aziz cums first and I feel him jetting into my
rectum, followed a moment later by Vincent who blasts his seed
into me. A guy steps forward and shoots his cum into my face.
At least two others are unloading their spunk over my body back
and front. That's it, I cum with a flood of spunk over Aziz's body
and face. Nick grabs me by my hair and looks down into my face.

"Lick his body clean you whore. Feed on your own cum and swallow
it. My friends want to see you doing as you're told."

I kneel over Aziz and lick up all my cum. He pushes my off, stands,
and pushes me down onto the coffee table. Having both fucked me,
he and Vincent now make me suck their cocks clean.

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