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Cumuppance by
Wife-Watching Husband
This sassy brat gets
the shock of her life when her frustrated husband turns her over
to his best friend for a hard hot spanking and a whole lot more!
Copyright (c)
2004, all rights reserved, not for sale
It
began as a lark, I’ll admit it.
Tom was over at my place. Usually, both he and his
wife, Fran, would be over, but Fran was in Albuquerque taking
care of a sick sister, so it was just my good friend by himself
with Julie and me.
I asked my wife some minor favor. “Would you get me
a beer, hon?” I asked, and Julie gave one of her smart-ass,
sassy kind of replies.
“Get your own fucking beer.”
I
hadn’t thought it was too much to ask, but my wife flounced out
of the room.
Tom muttered, “It’d be a cold day in hell before I’d
let Fran get away with talking to me like that.”
I didn’t say anything, and we turned back to the
television show. But I considered Tom’s words and thought about
the way Fran treated him. I had to admit that Fran did
always seem to treat Tom with a certain . . . what? . . .
respect? That and something more. Certainly there was plenty
of love, and she always gazed at Tom with admiration, even a bit
of deference.
I sighed. “You want a beer, too?” I asked my
friend.
“Sure,” he said, and I thought I detected just the
slightest snort of disgust when he said it.
Julie was in the kitchen, but I didn’t say anything
as I brushed by her and got two beers. After Tom and I had
settled in, we started to watch the second half of the game.
Julie
flounced in a few minutes later and sat on the couch, with one
leg bent under her ass. Tom was on the couch with her, and I
sat in a nearby chair.
I
sighed. I had to admit she was sexy as hell. I suppose, like
most perpetually horny college guys, it was her sexiness that
attracted me at first. Even now, not made up especially, she
was dynamite. She had her blond hair in a pony tail. She had
on cut-offs that displayed her long, golden legs, and with a
shirt that was cut off below her breasts, showing a trim tummy,
with a diamond stud pierced in her belly button. Julie doesn’t
have big tits, but they are pert and proud. The shirt stood out
a little. I wasn’t at all sure if she had on a bra or not, her
tits are that perky.
As we
sat there in silence, I thought of Tom’s words. In a futile
effort to be a modern husband, had I been too subservient?
Treated her demands as gospel? Too willing to give in to
Julie’s every whim in an effort at being politically correct? I
couldn’t say it had done much good. As the three years of our
marriage had passed, she had become more and more demanding and
snotty—something of a shrew, really. Anyway, I sat there,
fuming and thinking. Finally, I abruptly said to Tom, pointedly
ignoring Julie, “So what do you do when Fran gets sassy with
you, Tom?”
He said
rather matter of factly, as if it were the most self-evident
thing in the world, “I treat her as I would any bratty child.”
“Which
means?” I pursued.
“I give
her a sound spanking.”
Julie
burst out laughing. “Let me get this straight,” she chortled.
“In this day and age of feminism, when women are fully the
equal of men, you spank your wife.”
Tom
looked at her, raising an eyebrow of disdain, “That’s correct.
When she is being a brat. As for your vaunted feminism, I can’t
say that I see that women are one iota happier today than they
were when their husbands called the shots, when they showed
proper respect.”
Julie was laughing so hard that I thought she would
choke. And that gave me a thought. I decided to challenge my
friend.
“It doesn’t look to me like Julie is showing you
much respect right now, Tom. Perhaps you would care to
demonstrate your technique for me and her.”
“With your permission?”
I
nodded.
Before
three seconds had gone by, Tom grabbed Julie, and none too
gently I noticed. She squawked as he turned her over his lap,
her bottom in the air.
“What
the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Teaching a brat some respect.”
I could
see that Tom was plenty strong, and as much as my wife squirmed,
he held her tightly.
Tom
raised a meaty palm. It hovered in the air for a moment. I
held my breath. Then he brought it down with a loud thwack!
Julie
screeched, “Are you going to let him man-handle your wife?”
“It
looks to me like you’ve needed it for a long time,” I observed.
Tom
brought his hand down powerfully two more times; each time Julie
howled.
Tom
muttered, “These damn blue jeans are getting in the way.”
I swear
it wasn’t there at first, but Tom’s comment suddenly brought an
element of eroticism into the event. I found that I was holding
my pecker, and it was filling like a fricking balloon.
I said,
“Then, pull them down.”
Julie
squawked, unbelievingly, “You’re telling him to strip your
wife?”
.
“Sounds
like it, doesn’t it?” I answered.
Tom
didn’t hesitate. With one hand he held Julie’s birdlike wrists
above her head; with the other hand he quickly unsnapped her cut
offs and pulled them down, along with her panties, to her
knees. “That should do it,” he said. For a moment he left his
hand drift over her mounds. “She really does have a beautiful
ass, Jeff.”
I
nodded in agreement.
“Just
made for spanking,” he added.
Julie
continued to struggle, but to no avail. If anything, it put her
clothes in disarray. Her cut offs and panties were now laying
on the floor. And her short shirt was riding up high, under her
armpits and chin. Jesus Christ, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her
lovely conical-shaped tits were completely exposed to me and my
best friend! Not only that, and what got my cock harder than a
goddam rock, her coral-colored nipples were stiff as two
pebbles. Fuck, my wife was being turned on by the
man-handling! Somehow that released a damn within me, and I
laughed, suddenly realizing that she was actually enjoying it.
Tom,
after a quick squeeze of her pale white buns, brought his wide,
thick palm down in three powerful strokes. Julie’s ass turned
pink. Again and again, in the now quiet room, he spanked the
bratty little butt. Julie sobbed; tears started to trickle down
her cheeks.
“Hon—”
she gasped. But she couldn’t get any more out, as Tom slapped
her ass again and again.
Although she continued to writhe, she really wasn’t struggling
anymore. She recognized Tom’s superior strength. And it wasn’t
just his physical strength she was submitting to; it was a
greater determination, a will stronger than her own. Her
writhing took out an erotic undertone. It almost appeared that
she wasn’t squirming to get away from the powerful palm any
more, but rather was pressing herself, pressing her pussy,
against Tom’s legs.
Gasping, panting she finally got out a few more
words. “Hon—please.”
“Please—what?” I asked her perversely.
“Please get him to stop. I can’t stand it.”
“You’ve been a sassy little brat for a long time,
now. It’s about time you got your comeuppance. Or should I say
cumuppance?”
Julie’s cute little ass was turning a bright scarlet
now, as Tom aimed and rained stroke after stroke on her
backside. My wife was rubbing her tits on Tom’s thigh, crying
softly.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything you
say.”
“Anything?”
“Y-yes,” she sputtered, catching her breath in a
sob.
“Tom,” I told my friend. “She looks pretty hot to
me.”
My buddy lightly grazed his fingertips over her
bottom. I watched my wife’s ass quiver, fearful that she was
in for another going over with his heavy hand. “Her ass is
plenty hot,” he agreed.
Quietly, I said, “How about her pussy? Is that
hot?”
Tom looked at me for an instant. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
He dipped his hand between Julie’s red thighs. My
wife jumped a little at the touch of his fingertips.
“You bastards—”
But her words were quickly cut short when Tom raised
his hand again
“No,”
my wife groaned helplessly, squeezing her eyes shut, from which
tears trickled.
Tom
quickly applied three resounding strokes to her butt.
“I
don’t think you understand, yet,” Tom told her. “You’ll speak
when you are instructed to do so.” He whacked her butt, so that
even I flinched. “Is that understood?”
“Y-yes,
s-sir.” The words gurgled in her throat. But I had to admit
the word “sir” did seem to come naturally from her lips.
“All
right, then, be a good girl.”
He
dipped his hand a second time between her thighs. I couldn’t be
sure, but it appeared to me almost as if my wife spread her
thighs a little bit, to give him better access.
From
where I sat, squeezing my pecker, I could see that her juices
had stained Tom’s slacks. I watched between his legs as he felt
my wife up. He lightly caressed her clitoris, and I noticed
that she shuddered. Her squirming now was as much to press her
clit against his thick middle finger as it was to escape his
groping. I watched Tom’s middle finger disappear into Julie’s
pussy. She groaned unashamedly in passion, perhaps helpless to
stop herself. She bit her lower lip to keep more animalistic
sounds from erupting from her throat. For a minute or two Tom
stroked her cunt, finger fucking her thoroughly. When he
brought his hand up from between her thighs, it gleamed, all
wet. He smeared her pungent nectar on her glowing, red ass,
massaging it in, as if it were some lotion. He grinned at me,
“Yep, her pussy is hot too.”
“Well,
I owe you something for showing me how to control a brat. Help
yourself.”
“Julie,
did you hear your husband?”
“Yes,”
she responded, gazing at me.
“What
do you think of that?”
“I
think he’s a prick for letting another man fuck his wife!”
This
time Tom spanked her relentlessly. Again and again his large
ham-like hand whacked her backside. There was no fight left in
her, however, and she took the spanking, just whimpering. No
pleading—she could see now that was hopeless. She closed her
eyes. I meanwhile watched her clit throb and vibrate from the
spanking, watched her nipples stay achingly hard.
Even
Tom was panting when he stopped.
“I
don’t think I heard you correctly. I’ll try again. Julie, did
you hear your husband?”
“Yes,
sir,” she said softly, submissively.
“And
what do you think of that?”
“I
think my husband is a very nice man to offer his wife’s pussy to
another man.”
“So
you’d like me to fuck you?”
“I—”
She couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. Finally, she spit
out, “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh,
come now, Julie, your pussy says you would love to fuck.”
“Maybe
my pussy is betraying me.”
“Maybe
your mind is,” Tom replied patiently.
He
raised his palm again. Julie cringed. “Please—”
“Please
what?” Tom demanded. “My patience is wearing thin. Julie, do
you want to fuck me?”
“Yes,”
she said in a little girl voice. “Yes, Daddy, I’d like to fuck
you.”
“Just
“like?”
“I’d
love to fuck you!” she said.
Tom
finally let my wife’s wrists loose.
She
immediately went to rub her sore backside, but “No,” Tom said,
“leave it alone. Let it serve as a reminder of your
brattiness.”
“Yes,
Daddy,” she said.
“Now
take out my cock and give it a loving kiss. Show your husband
how you obey his desires and commands.”
Julie
hesitated just a moment, her hand before his zipper. Then she
took out his prick. Even I had to admit it was a beauty, thick
and huge and right now very erect.
Julie’s
narrow pink tongue glided over her lips as she gazed at the
glistening shaft.
“Put it
in your mouth,” Tom ordered my wife.
Julie’s
backside was turned towards me, as she bent over Tom who
continued to sit on the couch. It was a bright red, and I swear
it glowed. I could see Tom’s palm prints. Every so often she
wiggled her bottom, as if the sensations of the spanking were
still tingling over the surface of her abused flesh, heading
towards the molten core that was her pussy.
Julie
planted loving kisses up and down the length of Tom’s shaft.
She left behind wetness, and pretty soon, his entire cock was
gleaming. She lightly caressed his balls as she kissed his
cock. “You taste so good, Daddy,” Julie murmured. Eventually,
though, pure lust overcame her, and suddenly she buried his
shaft down her throat. I could see her neck moving as she
deep-throated him.
Tom put
his fingers in my wife’s blond hair, as he guided her slutty,
wanton mouth. Every now and then, she would murmur or purr,
despite a mouthful of cock.
I
watched her honey trickling down her thighs. Bent forward,
Julie slipped her two middle fingers into her cunt. She stirred
the juices around, then teased her swollen love-bud.
“Are
you making your pussy ready for me?” he asked her. Now that she
was compliant, he was almost kind to her.
Bringing her face up from his cock, she said, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Then
turn around, so I can see your freshly spanked bottom. You can
sit your sweet little pussy on my cock.”
Julie
eagerly turned around, offering her butt to Tom for his viewing
pleasure. He let his fingertips glide over the glowing globes.
He kissed, then licked her hot ass. My wife shivered
voluptuously.
Tom
took my wife by her slender hips. Julie spread her legs and
reached between her thighs. Gradually, she backed towards my
friend. She reached between her legs and guided the meaty shaft
towards her cunt. I watched the head of his dick slip between
her pouty pussy lips. Julie let out a small whimper of
pleasure. Tom pulled her back a little more, and another couple
of inches of his cock sunk it. Finally, he was embedded in my
wife’s slippery cunt. All that was outside was his ball sack.
Tom
rotated his hips, and I could tell his cock was touching,
teasing, exploring sensitive places deep in Julie’s lovely
hole. Every now and then, Tom would massage the scarlet globes
of her ass. Julie winced, but she also lifted her head like a
mare, and it appeared to me that mingled with the pain was more
than a little voluptuous pleasure too.
Squatting slightly, facing me, putting her hands on her knees
for support, Julie rocked back and forth. She was fucking Tom’s
cock, more than he was screwing her pussy. He was maintaining
control of her even in that position.
Julie
was facing me. I tried to gaze into her eyes, but they seemed
glassy with lust. Her lovely mouth shifted in expressions of
desire as if the sensitivity of her cunt was flickering across
her entire body. Her conical tits swayed back and forth.
Julie
murmured softly, little whines and whimpers. “Oh, yes, Daddy,”
she sighed softly.
Tom
said to me, “Jeff, perhaps you’d like to join us. Julie’s mouth
seems to be craving something to fill it.”
I stood
before my wife. As I said, she was bent over slightly, so her
lips were not far from my aching prick.
“Take
out my cock, Julie,” I told her.
No
hesitation, no bitching, no sassy backtalk anymore, Julie
eagerly reached forward and undid my jeans. As her lips
gathered my aching erection into her mouth, I felt her trembling
from the dual penetration.
Tom
drove forward, plunging into my wife’s pussy. The motion caused
Julie’s mouth to engulf my cock. I felt her tongue swirling
around my shaft, felt her mouth trying to suck me dry. Never in
our three years of married life had she ever given me such an
enthusiastic blowjob. When I plunged forward, Julie’s wet cunt
would shove against Tom’s prick. Between us, Tom and I, we
pummeled my wife back and forth. I held Julie by her head and
pounded into her. Tom held her by her hips and pounded into
her.
Julie
sobbed loudly. She writhed and quivered. She shook and
trembled. Her cry of orgasm was muffled by my cock. I erupted
in her mouth, and my wife continued to milk me until I was
completely dry. She let a bit of the grayish cream trickle from
the corner of her mouth, but she swiped it away with her
tongue’s tip. Tom made a loud gasp, then he was spilling his
seed into my wife’s throbbing pussy.
Gasping
for breath, she nestled her cheek against my shaft. I could see
her heart still racing in the quivering of her cute breast. I
leaned over and kissed her sticky lips.
I—and
Julie too for that matter—took Tom’s lesson to heart. Oh, she
gets sassy every now and then, but I quickly take her in hand,
and give her a sound spanking. Sometimes, afterwards, her eyes
will sparkle and I wonder if she’s doing it deliberately.
Whichever, our marriage has never been better.
I still
invite Tom over occasionally. He suggested bringing Fran, and
we could have a spanking party. I wonder what Fran’s butt looks
like scarlet and hot.
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