1. How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 4


    Date: 3/12/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: allfours, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    For the next hour they had the most incredible sex I have ever seen, and trust me, with the amount of porn I've wanked off to over the years, that's saying something. At the beginning, I just sat and watched, getting more and more aroused. After a while, despite Vanessa's instruction, I couldn't help but take my tiny todger out and whack off as they fucked and sucked their way to sexual heaven. I watched my wife with a mixture of pride, love, lust and shame as she impaled herself on Rick's pole, sliding up and down with a look of pure contentment on her face. She opened her eyes to be greeted by the site of me wanking furiously. When she noticed what I was doing, Vanessa went ballistic. Her look changed from total bliss to total anger in less than a second. "What the FUCK! WHO gave you permission to do that?! WHAT did I say, you fucking moron?" I froze, like a rabbit in headlights, a look of utter stupidity fixed on my face. I felt like a child caught by his mother doing something bad. "That's IT!" she shouted. She leapt off the bed and came over to me. I went from bliss to fear in a heartbeat as she approached me, her face red with both lust and anger. She grabbed me by my hair and yanked me to my feet before frog-marching me to the en-suite bathroom, grabbing a bag she'd left on the table as we went. Determinedly, she pushed me towards the bath and told me to get in and lay down, face down. Once I was there, she produced a pair of handcuffs from the bag, and then quickly ...
    and deftly cuffed me to the taps before rooting around in the bag for my nemesis: the table tennis bat. Telling me to kneel, Vanessa proceeded to give my backside the most painful thrashing I'd ever had. I tried to say sorry, I tried to ask for forgiveness, but Vanessa just wasn't interested. Between sobs, I looked up to see Rick standing at the doorway, sniggering at my predicament. He was slowly rubbing his hand along his shaft as he watched Vanessa's breasts swinging freely while she whacked my arse with the bat. Then he started to encourage her, which made me sob even more. When Vanessa stopped, panting for breath, I thought it was all over. How wrong I was. Rick took the bat from her and then knelt next to my head. With a quiet menace, he spoke softly into my ear. "You fucking pathetic cunt. You know you're problem, chum? You just don't listen. Now, what do you think happens to little boys who don't listen, eh?" I couldn't answer. Tears streamed down my face. "Well, I'll tell you," he said quietly. "They get punished." He got up and a second later I felt the full force of the bat strike my buttocks. I squealed like a pig as he rained six or seven more blows onto my poor bum. I cried like a baby, adding to my shame. Then Rick knelt down to whisper in my ear. "If you ever disobey either Vanessa or me again, you will be punished. Do you understand?" Sobbing, I nodded. Spittle ran down my chin, mixing with my salty tears as Rick watched me intently. "What?" he said loudly, ...
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