When Sam, Kay and Michelle first saw this degrading piece of misogynistic filth they were appalled, as you’d expect. They even gave her some grief about it. But as nasty as the picture is… it’s sexy as hell. Naughty. Next thing you know, they all wanted one. So, our wives forced James to recreate the filthy pose each in turn and then they made us, the husbands, a gift of them. So, Graham, Stephen, Craig and I each have hanging in our bedrooms a photograph of our wife impaled on James Thompson’s massive cock.
It’s an incredible portrait. Mind blowing, to be honest. I still masturbate to mine a year and a half later – I’ll wager Graham, Stephen and Craig do the same but at the same time, it’s a humiliating source of pain.
“It was one day you were out. Kay walked in and found your Dad masturbating to the picture. She ran away half terrified. She didn’t know what to do. She was going to tell you but was too scared you’d go mad. Nothing was said about it but a few days later, when you were out, he called her into the bedroom. He said it was disgusting and that he was going to have to tell Kay’s parents, etc. And he… he blackmailed her.”
Graham turned green and looked like he was going to faint.
“He made her suck his cock. Right there in front of the picture. And he shot his spunk all over her face. That was supposed to be it but then he wanted a second blowjob. And then another and another. He enjoyed making her beg for his cock. Liked it when she pulled it out of his trousers. And… at first it was just blowjobs in front of the picture. He’d shoot his load on her face, her tits. Then she was getting naked and then he was fucking her.
“No…”
“Kay started to enjoy it. She enjoyed the way he… used her. He’s a misogynist. He’s a fucking pig. A real brute, I’m sorry to say. He degrades her. Treats her like a slut. And… well, Kay likes it. She’s really turned on by… being used.”
“Being used?”
“You don’t do that. You’re a perfect gentleman.” she smiled. “Which I happen to know already.” She kissed his soft manhood.
“He treats her like a slut? Did she tell you this?”
“Oh, yeah. We tell each other everything. Plus, I got to watch them once.”
“What?!” Stephen and I cried together.
“It was a fluke really. I just happened to stop in at your house to visit Kay when she was getting ready for him. She was wearing a tiny bikini, like, a micro bikini. Not the kind of bikini you can wear on a public beach, if you understand. Not unless you wanna get arrested, that is. Leg-warmers too and proper fuck-me shoes. Her hair was up in two ponytails. She looked the perfect slut. A minute later your Dad showed up and they thought it’d be fun if I watched. I didn’t take part, or anything.
“What did he do to her?”
“Er… well. They sat on the couch together and we were just talking at first but…” she grinned. “He kept putting his fingers in her mouth.” She giggled. “It’s quite hard to have a conversation with your friend when the fellow next to her keeps sticking his fingers in her mouth.”
Stephen looked ill.
“But we kept on chatting. Then your Dad would pull her bikini aside and man-handle her titties. He ordered her to part her legs and expose herself, which she did and open her mouth so he could spit into it. He’s a dirty bugger but Kay loved it. Her pussy was soaking! He’d make her spit onto it and he’d savagely rub her pussy juice all over her body. He’d make her spit in his hand and rub her own saliva all over her face. He made me spit in his hand too. But that’s all I did.
Stephen gulped hard again.
He likes to make it real messy. He really fucks her throat deep and smears the goo all over her face and tits. He chokes her and wanks her pussy really, really hard ’til she cums.”
Stephen turned green but he wanted to hear more. His prick was visibly returning to hardness in Karen’s hands.
“Oh, her ass! He loves fucking her asshole. He fucks her ass much more than her cunt, pulling it open and spitting in it. He’s obsessed a bit, come to think of it. And she loves it. She frigs her pussy while he fucks her and squirts like crazy. I think she came like, six times doing this.”
“But… We’ve never had anal sex!” Graham whined.
Karen stood up on her knees for Stephen to enjoy the sight of her breasts once more, her nipples stiffening. She encouraged him to touch and tentatively he rubbed his thumbs over them, making Karen sigh appreciatively.
“He likes Kay to talk filth.” she continued. “He chokes her and makes her stick her tongue out so he can spit on it, asking things like, are you a good girl? Stuff like that. She acts like a depraved little nympho for him and always calls him Daddy. I watched your father stuff his balls into her mouth until she started choking. She was laughing. He shaves his balls too, if you want to know.” she added, giggling. “She loves deep-throating him, you know, gagging to the point where she can’t breathe and all the yucky throat goo he rubs in her face, ruining her make-up. You know…” she confided. “His cock looks a bit like yours. A really fat bulbous head. Really, really nice to suck. Like a big, juicy plumb.”
She kissed his erection as she spoke, licking and teasing. He groaned with pleasure as she gave it a full peck on the tip. Wrapping both her tiny hands around his shaft, she rubbed his penis against her tits and slowly allowed a long trail of saliva to fall from her mouth, onto his cock-head.
“Did he do anything… to you, Karen?” Stephen asked.
My wife smiled suggestively, kissing his dick slowly, exploring it with her mouth.
“No. He was a real gentleman, in fact. He even kissed my hand. No. All I did was watch. He uses Kay like a dirty little slut, sure, but he was utterly charming to me. Kay told me she’d never cum so hard in her life. She likes being watched. Your Dad’s friends find this terribly amusing.”
“What did you say? His friends?” Stephen gasped; a combination of shock and pleasure as Karen stretched her small mouth around the head of his dick, enveloping it. “What did you say?” Stephen repeated. Mouth full of cock, my wife winked and started bobbing her head up and down. He responded with his hips, fucking her and cupping her boobs, pinching the nipples hard, rolling them.
She released his dick only to continue making love to it; making out with the tip, forcing the point of her tongue into his piss-hole and spitting her saliva down his shaft which she then licked lovingly and slowly, up and down both sides, maintaining eye-contact with Stephen the whole time.
God. She’s a good cock-sucker. I could watch her suck cock for hours!
“Your Dad takes your little wife down to his bowling club and parades her around like a little sex-starved whore. She always wears a disgusting little outfit – like, a tiny skirt with no panties and a tiny crop top with her hair up in pig-tails and he makes her sit in the laps of all the dirty old men.”
Stephen’s eyes were going to pop out of his head.
“No one gets to fuck her except your Dad.” she added, licking Stephen’s balls like a snow-cone. “Only your Dad gets to fuck her but the men do practically everything else to her. They make her sit in their laps and light their cigars. And they lift up her top and help themselves, playing with and groping her and stuff.”