Tom & Annie At The Spa

TOM AND ANNIE AT THE SPA

"Hey, I found this online ad for a hotel and spa that sounds interesting. They call themselves "a retreat for adults" and it looks really nice, based on the pictures on their website. Why don't we take off work next Friday and go? It's only a few hours away."

Annie looked at Tom and smiled. "O. K., that sounds good. We haven't gotten away in awhile."

Annie was a 30 year old Korean American. She and Tom, who was 31, had met and fallen in love in college, and he had proposed right after graduation. Her parents objected at first to her marrying a Caucasian, and told her she should marry a good Korean man. However, Tom clearly made her happy and they came to see that he was good for her—his outgoing nature and confidence drawing her out of her quiet, shy shell. For her part, she reined him in when he was going overboard about something. Her parents eventually gave their blessing, and Tom and Annie had been happily married now for 4 years.

The next Friday after a 3 hour drive they arrived at the hotel/spa and checked in. The front desk clerk was very pleasant, and advised them of the hours of the restaurant, bar and pool, and of other amenities available at no extra charge. He added that bathing suits were optional at the pool, and that most guests just covered themselves with a towel. He also told them that each guest was provided a yukata, a Japanese robe of light, unlined cotton, and in keeping with the relaxed atmosphere of the resort, they were encouraged to wear the robe throughout the grounds, including in the restaurant and bar. He then smiled and said that many guests didn't bother to wear anything under the robe. Annie was a little taken aback by the clothing optional policy and the bit about the robes, but it seemed harmless. Besides, she intended to wear her suit to the pool and clothes under the robe.

Tired and stiff from the long car ride, Tom and Annie decided to avail themselves of one of the amenities the clerk had mentioned: massages. They strolled over to the spa building, which housed a gym and steam room in addition to the massage area. In a short time they were each laying naked on a table, covered only by a towel. They were in the same room, but there was a curtain between their tables. Annie was self-conscious and nervous about being naked but for the large towel, but she told herself that it was o. k. because her masseuse would be a woman. She was startled and uneasy, therefore, when a man walked in, introduced himself as Quincy and said that he would be giving her the massage.

Annie clutched the towel to her body and stammered that she would prefer a woman massage her. Quincy politely but firmly dismissed her request, saying that he had massaged many women and that she should just relax. He took hold of the towel and told Annie to turn onto her stomach. Feeling intimidated and not wanting to make a scene, Annie rolled over as Quincy held the towel over her body. He then moved to the head of the table, pushed the towel down to her waist and began working on Annie's neck and shoulders. As he did, he asked if they had driven to the spa. When Annie said they had, and that it was about a three hour trip, Quincy commented that after sitting that long, she really needed a massage. He had spread a lotion on her that had a warming affect, and his hands felt good. Annie began to relax.

Tom was having a similar experience. He was surprised when a woman who said her name was Erica appeared and said that she would be giving him the massage. Unlike Annie, however, Tom wasn't concerned—he was just a little self-conscious about being covered only by a towel. When Tom had turned onto his stomach, Erica moved to the head of the table and began rubbing his neck and shoulders.

Quincy had moved to the side of the table. Annie suddenly tensed when she felt Quincy's hands slide under the towel, pour lotion on her and begin to rub her hip and bottom. "Oh, no—I don't think you should..."

Quincy cut off her objection. "You were sitting for a long time, so it's important to get the blood circulating through your gluteus muscles. It's o. k.—just relax."

It actually felt good as his fingers dug into her and the warmth spread, and again Annie didn't want to create a scene, so she dropped her head back down to the table and tried to relax. A moment later he spread her ass cheeks and dug his fingers into her crack. Annie gasped and then bit her lip to keep from moaning as his fingers brushed her anus. Then she felt him rubbing the lotion into her thighs, and her breathing began to return to normal as he worked his way down her legs.

Erica was massaging Tom's thighs when her fingers suddenly brushed his balls. Startled by what he thought was an unintentional touching, he cried out "Oh!" As she continued lightly touching and brushing his balls, he was shocked to realize that she was doing it intentionally, and he couldn't help moaning quietly. She moved to his legs and as she worked her way down them he relaxed again.

Annie had rolled onto her back, making sure the towel covered her from her chest down to her thighs. Quincy stood at the head of the table and applied lotion to the area just below Annie's neck. He rubbed it in and then slipped his hands under the towel and began rubbing the lotion into her breasts. Annie cried out "Oh!" and grabbed at his wrists, but Quincy continued to massage her breasts. "No! No! You shouldn't..."

Quincy calmly said "It's o. k. It's important to get good blood flow into your breasts to help carry away toxins—just relax."

Between his gentle but stimulating touch and the warmth of the lotion, Annie felt like she was melting. When he began brushing her nipples with his palms Annie gasped, clenched his wrists harder, but then let go. As her arms dropped limply to the table Annie moaned loudly, to her great shame and embarrassment.

Tom had turned onto his back as well, and was staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling with his mouth open as Erica stroked his stiff cock with one hand as she played with his balls with the other. When he had first rolled over Erica had stood at the head of the table and leaned forward to massage his chest. As she did so her soft, bra-less breasts had pressed and rubbed against Tom's face. That seemingly innocent but erotic act had caused his cock to rise up, much to Tom's embarrassment. Erica, however, had simply moved to the side of the table and worked on his hips. Then she had begun massaging his groin, before firmly seizing his stiff cock and beginning to stroke it. Tom heard Annie's moan and briefly wondered what was going on on the other side of the curtain before groaning himself as Erica squeezed his cock.

Quincy had worked his way down Annie's body and was now digging his thumbs into her crotch, right where her legs joined her torso. Then he began using his fingers to alternately squeeze her labia together and then to stretch them apart. Annie had quit protesting and forgotten about her modesty. Now she just moaned softly and continuously, desperately wanting his fingers in her pussy. She raised her hips in invitation, and he obliged by pushing two fingers into her very wet tunnel. He began twisting them and moving them back and forth, while at the same time rubbing her anus with his thumb, threatening to penetrate her there as well. Tom never touched her there, and just the thought of having her ass penetrated sent a flash of heat through her. Then the orgasm that had been building so long finally hit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out but shuddered violently, then sighed with satisfaction and her body relaxed.

At almost the same time Tom's cock erupted, shooting large wads of cum onto his chest and stomach. He grunted loudly and then slumped back against the table. He was embarrassed, but Erica simply smiled and cleaned him with a wet cloth. Then she wished him a good day and left the room.

Tom and Annie walked slowly and quietly back toward their room, each lost in their own thoughts about what they had just experienced. Tom felt guilty about what he had allowed Erica to do, but he also couldn't forget the moaning sounds Annie had made. Finally, Tom asked haltingly, "Did he... did you..."

Annie flushed and said quietly "Yes... I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it... he... it just felt so good..." Then she thought of the sounds she had heard. "Did you...?"

Looking embarrassed, Tom nodded and mumbled, "Yeah, I couldn't help it either." Neither of them said anything else, but Tom continued to struggle with his feelings about another man touching his wife and giving her an orgasm. It not only made him jealous, but to his surprise it also excited him. That mix of feelings confused him.

The next morning after breakfast Annie put on her two-piece bathing suit and robe and headed to the pool, while Tom went to the gym. They agreed to meet for lunch later. At the pool, Annie saw a number of people at one end. None of them were wearing a bathing suit. Instead, they simply had a towel wrapped around them, and as they got in the pool they would either drape the towel over their head or they simply dropped it on the pool apron, casually exposing their bodies in the process.

Annie went to the other end of the pool and sat on a ledge which ran around the entire perimeter of the pool, about 6 inches under the water. It was hard to resist looking at the people as they got in and out of the water. Some of the men had partial erections, and some of the women had large, pendulous breasts. After a few moments Annie made herself look the other way. A little while later she was enjoying the warmth of the sun and lost in a daydream when she heard someone approaching. When she turned she saw a woman wrapped in a towel. The woman smiled and said, "I'm sorry—I don't want to disturb you but I didn't want to be near that crowd at the other end of the pool."

As Annie said "That's o. k.—I understand," the woman dropped her towel and moved her feet until they were a little further apart than her shoulders as she raised her arms to put her hair into a ponytail. It was a stunningly sensuous, erotic pose, and Annie had the feeling that it was literally aimed at her—she was sure the woman was trying to excite her. Then the woman turned her back to Annie and slowly bent over from the waist to pick up her towel. Annie had a clear view of the woman's ass and her labia.

Shocked, Annie looked away, but the woman began talking to her, compelling Annie to look at her. She appeared to be in her late thirties—which would make her about 10 years older than Annie—was about five feet eight in height and 135 pounds or so, Annie guessed. She couldn't help but stare at the woman's breasts. They were large and full, with dark areolas and large nipples that were standing out like eraser tips at the moment.

The woman placed her towel on the edge of the pool, slipped into the water and took a seat on the ledge close to Annie. She introduced herself as Helen, and Annie told her her name. The women began to chat, and Helen seemed very pleasant. Annie, however, was distracted by Helen's bare breasts and had to keep forcing herself to look at Helen's face as they talked instead of her chest. She was only partially successful. Helen was saying that she and her husband, Roger, owned a skin care products company when she suddenly laughed. She had caught Annie looking at her chest once again. Annie's face turned red.

"You don't need to be embarrassed about looking at my body—I think it's only natural to be curious about others and to want to look at them." As she said this she reached out and touched Annie's shoulder. Then she touched Annie's cheek and said, "You have really nice skin. Are you using sunscreen? We make some that's really good. I used it before I came to the pool." With that she took Annie's hand and placed it on her breast. "See? I don't feel greasy, right?" As she said this she moved Annie's hand, so that Annie was rubbing her breast, including her nipple.

Flustered, Annie pulled her hand away, stood up and stammered "I... uhh... have to go..." She grabbed her towel and walked rapidly to the locker room. Once there she took off her bathing suit and walked into the showers. There were no private stalls; there were just 10 or 12 shower heads in a large, open room.

Annie was reaching for the soap dispenser when she felt hands rubbing soap into her back. Startled, Annie started to turn around but was pushed and held against the wall by a hand in her lower back. Then she heard Helen say "I'll wash you." Annie protested, but Helen's left hand moved down Annie's back and began rubbing her bottom. Helen leaned in close and said, "Relax and enjoy it. I'll make you feel good."

The pressure on Annie's back eased but before Annie could move away Helen wrapped her left arm around Annie's chest, her hand closing over Annie's right breast. Annie could feel Helen's soft, pillowy breasts pressing against her back, and then she felt Helen's right hand playing with her little thatch of pubic hair. That hand moved down and rubbed Annie's folds. Trapped by the stronger, heavier woman, Annie pleaded, "No... No don't..." Suddenly Helen nibbled on Annie's ear and at the same moment thrust two fingers into Annie's vagina. Annie gasped loudly and then moaned as Helen moved her fingers.

Feeling like she had been skewered Annie rose up on her tiptoes, trying desperately to escape those fingers. With her mouth right against Annie's ear and her fingers sliding up and down inside Annie, Helen said "Feels good, doesn't it? Yeah, I think you like that, don't you little one?"

Annie gasped, "No! No! Please..." But then Helen began rubbing her thumb over Annie's clit. Annie's eyes went wide and she quit protesting, instead just moaning loudly. Helen laughed quietly and pushed her fingers deeper.

"That's it... just ride the wave and enjoy it." Helen began to dig her fingers into Annie's breast, then relax them, then dig them in again over and over, like a cat "making bread" with its paw. "You have nice little tits. Firm and yet soft at the same time. They're small, but there's enough to play with. My husband would love them—he's a real breast man."

Annie's moans had become louder and higher pitched as the wave began to reach its crest. She couldn't believe she was going to have an orgasm literally at the hands of another woman. Suddenly two women walked into the shower room, talking quietly. They stopped and stared as they saw Helen and Annie.

Helen pulled her fingers out of Annie in a slow, deliberate fashion and casually stepped back. Unconsciously Annie whined in obvious disappointment at being denied her climax, then flushed bright red when she realized not only that she had made the sound, but that the women had heard her. As the women laughed and Helen smirked she gathered her strength and fled back to her locker on shaky legs. Quickly pulling on her robe, she wadded up her bathing suit and stuffed it in her pocket, then walked rapidly out of the building.

Annie walked without noticing her surroundings or where she was going. She was ashamed that she had almost had an orgasm because of another woman, and embarrassed that other women had seen her getting finger fucked. And yet, she had to admit to herself that she enjoyed Helen's touch and even her forcefulness—it was a level of passion she hadn't felt with Tom in a long time. She also, most surprisingly, had to admit that she was attracted to and excited by Helen's strong, ripe body. All of this left her feeling confused and slightly disturbed.

At some point Annie had entered the main building, but she hadn't been in this part before. She had come to the end of a long hallway, facing a door marked "Playroom." Curious, she opened the door and stepped into the room. She had expected to see billiard and ping pong tables; instead she saw strange things, the purpose of which she didn't immediately realize. There were large wood beams in the shape of an "X" set into the wall across the way, a large wooden barrel laying on its side, and something that resembled a merry-go-round horse. Off to her right was an examination chair like those found in a gynecologist's office. It seemed jarringly out of place. Then she noticed two things: all of the objects had leather cuffs attached to them, and a rack on the wall to her left held a variety of whips, floggers and leather crops, along with some other things she didn't recognize.

Annie stared at everything for a minute, and then had a horrifying realization. The cuffs were meant to hold people to the objects while the whips and other instruments were used on them. Suddenly feeling scared and shaken, Annie quickly left the room.

As dinnertime approached it was still warm, so Tom and Annie just wore their underwear under their robes when they went to dinner. Annie felt a little strange doing so, but she knew from the number of boxers and bras she had seen as people moved or sat that many people enjoyed the hotel's relaxed attitude about clothing. As they walked to dinner she enjoyed the freedom and comfort of wearing so little, and also enjoyed the slightly naughty feeling it gave her.

The dining room was busy, but after a wait of a few minutes they were seated. A little while later they had just been served some wine when Helen and a man that Annie knew must be her husband suddenly appeared at their table. Helen said "Hi! We're sorry to disturb you, but they say it will be at least a half hour before a table is available and I'm starving. May we please join you?" Seeing Tom's puzzled expression, she added "Oh, I met Annie at the pool earlier today. We had a nice time, didn't we Annie?" Looking back at Tom Helen smiled and said, "By the way, I'm Helen and this is my husband, Roger."

Surprised and disconcerted, Annie stammered "Umm... uh... yes, please join us" and hoped Helen didn't talk about what had happened that morning. To her relief, Helen talked about the shopping she had done that afternoon and then asked Annie what kind of work she did. Meanwhile, Tom and Roger discovered that they shared a couple of interests, including poker. Through the rest of dinner they regaled each other with stories of poker games they had won and lost.

As they finished eating Roger said to Tom "Why don't we play some poker? We can get cards in the bar."

Tom replied "No, sorry—I don't have any cash on me."

Roger responded "Let's play for stakes more interesting than money—two out of three hands, the winner and his wife get to take the loser and his wife to the Playroom."

"What's the "Playroom"?", Tom asked.

"Oh, it's just a room where adults can play with each other," Roger said vaguely.

Annie was horrified, and begged Tom not to agree. Seeing how upset Annie was, Tom declined. Roger said, "I understand. If you don't have confidence in your poker skills..." He let the statement trail off, but then made a couple of other comments. With his pride wounded and his judgement clouded by the wine he had consumed with dinner, Tom suddenly agreed to play. Annie begged him not to, but he brushed her off and told her it would be o. k.

They adjourned to the bar. Roger got a deck of cards from the bartender and they took a table in a corner, with the women sitting together but back a ways from the table. Neither Tom nor Annie realized Helen could see Tom's cards from where she sat, nor did they see the subtle signals she gave Roger as the men began to play.

In twenty minutes it was all over; Tom had lost two games. Roger smiled broadly and stood up. "Well, let's go get you two ready, shall we?" They all went back to Roger and Helen's room. Once inside, Tom and Annie just stood there, slightly confused and uncertain as to why they were there. Helen went to a bag sitting on the bed. A moment later as Helen pulled something out of the bag and turned toward Tom, Roger suddenly pulled Tom's arms behind his back. Before Tom could react, Helen fastened leather cuffs on his wrists. Tom started to protest loudly but Helen quickly shoved a red rubber ball gag into his mouth and fastened the strap tightly behind his head.

Helen said, "Now be a good boy and get down on your knees." Tom shook his head and made loud but unintelligible angry noises. Helen reached out, grabbed Tom's balls and squeezed. Tom let out a muffled cry. "On your knees." Tom dropped to the floor. "Good boy. Now stay there. Things will be much easier—and less painful—if you just do what you're told."

Stunned for a few moments by what was happening, Annie finally moved to help Tom but Roger grabbed her arms and pulled her back. Helen stepped up close to Annie and smiled. "Did you tell Tom about the fun we had in the shower this morning? She laughed at the look on Annie's face. "No?" Helen turned toward Tom and said, "I finger fucked her in the shower, and she loved it. But we got interrupted before she could come, and she was so disappointed!"

Tom looked questioningly at Annie, who shook her head and said, "No... no, it's not true... I... I" Her voice trailed off.

Turning back to Annie Helen said, "Well, now we're all going to have fun, and this time you'll get to orgasm!"

As Roger held Annie's arms, Helen unfastened her robe, then reached around and unfastened Annie's bra, pulling it down her arms and off. Next she fastened leather cuffs on Annie's wrists behind her back, and then pulled her robe back, off of her shoulders. Roger smiled and said, "Wow, what great little tits!"

Helen laughed and said, "I told you you would like them!"

Roger reached out and fondled Annie's breasts, saying, "I love how they sit high on her chest, and her nipples point up!" As he squeezed them gently and pulled at her nipples, Annie whimpered and moaned softly.

Helen went over to Tom and helped him to his feet. "Now let's see what you've got to play with." She unfastened his robe, reached in and yanked his boxers down, then made him step out of them. His cock was partially erect. "Oh, so you like seeing another man touch your wife, huh?" Tom's face turned red and he shook his head. Helen laughed and said, "Oh come on, you should be honest—you're among friends!"

She wrapped her hand around his penis and stroked him until he was fully erect. "Well, I've seen bigger cocks, but I think we can still have fun with you." She pulled the gag out of his mouth and forced a small blue pill into Tom's mouth, holding his mouth closed until he swallowed. "That will keep you going for hours." She pushed the gag back into place, then took a small leather pouch out of the bag and showed it to Tom. "And this will keep you stimulated!"

She bent down and tucked Tom's balls into the pouch and then secured it with a Velcro strap. It fit snugly and felt a little heavy to Tom, which surprised him. Then Helen picked up a small remote control fob and pressed a button. The pouch sent strong vibrations through Tom's balls and up into his cock. Tom groaned loudly and bent over, realizing the weight was from batteries. The vibrations stopped, and Tom slowly straightened up, breathing heavily. Helen laughed again, and said, "Nice, huh? That should keep you entertained—it's set to come on randomly."

Roger finally stopped playing with Annie's breasts, bent down and pulled her panties down and off. Then he began brushing her vulva with the palm of his hand. Annie gasped and tried to step back, but he held her in place. "Honey, would you get the clamps out of the bag?"

Helen pulled two small clamps with a long metal chain stretched between them out of the bag, and handed them to Roger. He pinched Annie's nipples and then attached the clamps to them, letting the chain fall to just above her belly button. Annie cried out, "Oww!! That hurts!"

Roger just smiled and said, "Don't worry—your nipples will go numb in a minute."

Helen produced two leather collars and two short leashes from the bag, A few moments later the collars were fastened around Annie's and Tom's necks and the leashes were attached. Then Helen announced cheerfully, "Now we're ready to go to the playroom! Let's go." With a tug on Tom's leash she stepped into the hall, followed reluctantly by Tom, his robe still unfastened and his stiff cock waving back and forth in full sight.

When Roger pulled on Annie's leash she cried out, "No! Please... I can't be seen like this!"

Roger just laughed and said, "But you look really good!"

"Please... please fasten my robe!"

"You're fine. Now let's go." Roger pulled hard on the leash, stepped out of the room and started walking. Annie stumbled after him, the heavy chain swinging and pulling at her nipples. She was mortified that with her robe open, her breasts and crotch were visible to anyone who saw her.

Tom was having his own issues. Walking behind Helen, every time the pouch around his balls vibrated he would let out a loud groan, bend forward and stagger along until the vibrations stopped. The vibrations weren't enough to make him come, but along with the pill he had been forced to swallow they kept his cock hard. It was jutting out like the bowsprit of a sailing ship.

They could have taken a back hallway that not many people used. Instead, Roger and Helen took the main hall, which was used by a lot of people because it led to the lobby. They soon began to pass people, most of whom gasped, laughed and/or pointed at Tom and Annie. Being seen nearly naked in public was shy, reserved Annie's worst nightmare. Collared, on a leash and with her hands bound behind her, she felt like a farm animal being led to slaughter. She also felt humiliated and embarrassed, but what stunned her was that she was also aroused—she could feel moisture between her legs. That confused her and made her feel ashamed.

Just as they reached the lobby an older, heavy-set woman reached out and slapped Tom's cock. Unable to protect himself or even say anything, Tom let out a loud grunt of pain and turned away, but Helen yanked on the leash and pulled him back in line. Meanwhile, Annie looked pleadingly at the desk clerk, hoping he would put a stop to their ordeal. Instead, he just laughed, shook his head and went back to what he was doing.

After crossing the lobby they started down another hallway and a few minutes later finally reached and entered the Playroom. The lighting was subdued but spotlights shone on the various objects that Annie had seen the previous afternoon. As she and Tom were being led toward the large wooden "X" on the far wall they came to the barrel laying on its side, where Helen and Roger paused. A naked woman, who looked to be about 40 years old, was stretched out and fastened to it. She was face up, with her head near the floor and her pelvis on the highest point. Her legs were open and she couldn't close them because of the straps securing her ankles to the barrel. Illuminated by a spotlight, a young man crouched between the woman's legs was rhythmically slapping her clit. He would slap her, pause, and then strike her again. Every time he did, she yelled "OW!" Suddenly her pelvis jerked as she climaxed, even as he continued to hit her. As Roger and Helen resumed walking toward the "X" with Tom and Annie in tow, Annie shuddered at the thought of what the woman must have been feeling.

A moment later, along with a small crowd of people, they arrived at the "X" and Helen quickly secured Tom to it, tucking his robe behind him so that the entire front of his body was exposed. After removing the vibrator and ball gag she wrapped her hand around his cock and leaned in close with her mouth near his ear. "Not really much of a poker player, are you?", she taunted him. "Tell everybody what you are." Tom looked at her blankly. "You're a loser—tell everybody." As she said this she squeezed his cock hard.

Tom groaned in pain and then reluctantly gasped, "I'm... a loser."

Helen squeezed his cock again as she said, "They didn't hear you—say it louder."

Helpless, Tom just wanted the pain to stop, so he practically shouted, "I'm a loser!"

Smiling, Helen said, "Again."

Tom yelled it again. There was laughter from some of the people watching. "Now it's time for your punishment."

Helen chuckled at Tom's surprised and concerned expression. "Well, you deserve to be punished— look at your poor wife. The cute little thing has become Roger's pet, thanks to you."

For the first time since he had been secured to the "X", Tom looked toward Annie. With her hands still fastened behind her, Roger had pulled her robe back off of her shoulders again, and he was gently fondling her breasts. Annie's eyes were half closed and her mouth hung open slackly as she moaned softly. What Roger was doing obviously felt good to her, and when Roger flashed a shit-eating grin at him, Tom felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. And yet, mingling with his anger and jealousy was a tingle of excitement. His cock twitched and rose up a little bit, and Helen noticed.

"See, I knew watching your wife get felt up by another man excites you! Tom couldn't take his eyes off of Roger and Annie, but he shook his head. Helen laughed and said, "Oh, it does! I saw your cock stand up! You pervert!"

Tom tried unconvincingly to deny it, but Helen said "Well, your cock doesn't lie. Now you really should be punished, don't you agree?" When Tom didn't answer, Helen flicked the tip of his penis with her finger.

Tom yelled, "OW!!" and, feeling defeated, knew what he had to say. "Yes, I should be punished," he choked out.

Helen flicked his balls this time. As Tom yelled in pain she simply said, "Louder."

Tom cried out, "Yes, I should be punished!"

Helen held a small metal wheel attached to a small handle in front of Tom's face. Seeing that the edge of the wheel consisted of small, sharp spikes Tom felt a quiver of fear in his stomach. "This is called a Devil's Wheel. I think you'll understand why in a moment." Wrapping one hand around his cock she began to stroke him while she placed the wheel against the side of Tom's chest, just below the shoulder, and pressed lightly as she moved the wheel downward. Tom gasped and then cried out in pain. It felt like he was being stung by hornets.

She stopped when the wheel reached near Tom's hip, a red welt and spots of blood marking the wheel's path. She placed it just under the side of his neck, about two inches to the left of the welt, and pushed it downward again as Tom continued to cry out. After looking at the second welt with satisfaction, she put the wheel just below the middle of his neck and proceeded to slowly mark the middle of his torso. She paused when she reached his pubic hair.

She had continued to stroke his penis, so it was partially erect despite his pain. Looking at it, she asked, "Shall I mark your cock too?"

"NO!! Don't!!"

Helen said, "But you deserve to be punished... you said so yourself."

Tom stammered, "I know... but please don't use that on my cock! Please..."

Helen smirked and said, "Well, I do like to hear a man beg—and that's what you're doing, isn't it?"

"Yes... yes, I'm begging you not to do it." Tom was almost crying. Some women in the crowd watching laughed at him.

"Besides not being much of a poker player, you're not much of a man either, are you Tom?"

Hanging his head, Tom said "No."

"Tell everyone again what you are."

"A loser," Tom said hoarsely.

"And what else?"

"A pervert."

"O. K. then," Helen said as she placed the wheel high on Tom's chest again, slightly to the left of the last welt, and began pushing it lower.

A few moments later, after creating two more stripes on Tom's torso, Helen stepped back and admired her handiwork. Tom thought his ordeal was over, but Helen turned, picked up a short whip and then stepped to Tom's side. In the next moment she snapped her wrist and the whip struck high across Tom's chest, just under his neck. Tom cried out in pain, but Helen struck him four more times, each blow a couple of inches below the previous one. Each strike left an angry-looking trail, and the total effect of the wheel and whip was a checkerboard pattern of red welts covering the entire front of Tom's torso.

Helen smiled with satisfaction and then unfastened the straps holding Tom to the "X". She had to hold on to him to keep him from collapsing. "Now let's get you over a barrel," laughing at her own joke.

A few moments later Tom was fastened to the barrel face down, with his head near the floor and his ass resting on the barrel at the highest point. His legs had been spread apart with his ankles secured to D rings set in the floor. In that position, to Tom's shame and embarrassment, his anus and balls were exposed for all to see.

Tom didn't see Helen pick up a wooden paddle and swing it at his exposed ass, but he howled in pain when it connected. She hit him hard four more times. By then his ass was bright red and felt like it was on fire. Tears, snot and drool mingled on Tom's face and dripped to the floor, forming a pool.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?," Helen asked.

"No... please don't...," Tom pleaded hoarsely.

A few women in the crowd shouted "Peg him!" "Peg him!"

Helen smirked and said, "You're begging again. Well, I think we'll leave that to later, but I'll get you ready for it." She picked up an ass plug off a nearby shelf and applied lotion to it, then kneeled and rubbed lotion on Tom's anus before slowly pushing her finger in. Tom groaned quietly. He got louder when she put the tip of the plug against his small puckered hole and kept up a steady pressure while she twisted the plug like she was screwing in a light bulb. After a few moments of resistance the tip entered. Tom began to gasp and cry out as Helen slowly forced the fatter part of the plug into him. Tom felt like he was going to be torn open, but finally it was all in, with only a tassel on the end sticking out and Helen quit pressing on it.

Helen smiled and said, "Good boy. That should open you up." Tom just kept groaning. The pain slowly decreased as his body adjusted to the intruder, but he felt very full and strange.

Helen unfastened the restraints and helped Tom stand up. Annie was shocked at his appearance. Tears ran down his face, his eyes were unfocused and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. He looked absolutely shattered. Annie realized that Helen had completely emasculated her husband in less than an hour, in front of her and a crowd of cheering, laughing strangers. At that moment she didn't know if he would ever be the same.

Helen fastened the leash to Tom's collar and then turned toward Roger. "Are you ready to play with your pet, dear?"

"I am. I think I'll start by giving her a thorough exam." With that, he led Annie to the gynecologist's chair.

A few moments later Annie was seated in the chair with her feet in the stirrups and her arms and legs held in place with Velcro straps. Roger removed the clamps from her breasts and Annie cried out as blood rushed back into her nipples. She felt like she was being stuck by a thousand needles. Roger rubbed and pinched the nipples, telling her they would feel better in a moment. Then he massaged her breasts, stroking and squeezing them. "You have such nice little mounds— and the perfect size for my hands. Does Tom enjoy your tits?"

Annie bit her lip to keep from embarrassing herself by moaning, and didn't say anything. Roger pinched her nipple and said, "Answer my question."

Annie gasped out, "Yes! He does..."

Roger smiled at Tom and said, "It's nice of you to share her." Turning back to Annie he said, "Now it's time to check your pussy." He spread the leg supports and sat down between her legs. Annie couldn't believe what was happening. Effectively naked and with her legs spread wide open, her most intimate areas were on full display. She was embarrassed and humiliated, but to her shock and shame, again she was also aroused. She felt moisture gathering between her legs, and she knew Roger would soon discover it.

He began brushing her labia with the palm of his hand. If he had been rough she wouldn't have gotten so excited, but he was terribly gentle, and the moisture became a flood as she squirmed and moaned. "Look at all that sex grease!" Roger exclaimed. Smiling, he pushed two fingers into her and began twisting them and pushing at the top of her tunnel. Suddenly Annie gasped. Roger laughed and said, "I think we found your G spot. Why don't you show all these people what you look like when you come?"

Annie was horrified at the idea of having a public orgasm. "No! Please... Ohh..!" Roger was moving his fingers back and forth inside her while pushing up. At the same time he pushed down with his other hand on a spot just above the little puff of pubic hair that crowned her pudenda. "OH! OH!! Nooo..." Suddenly Annie's hips jerked, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as a strong orgasm swept over her. The onlookers cheered, clapped and laughed.

Unfastening the straps that held Annie to the chair, Roger said, "Now it's time to get you both back to the room." Helen cuffed Tom's hands behind his back again and reattached the vibrator to his balls, and then, with a tug on the leash, began walking. With his eyes downcast and very aware of the plug in his ass, Tom shuffled along behind her. Twice on the way back to the room the vibrator came on, each time causing Tom to let out a loud groan, rise up on his toes as the vibrations travelled up his aching cock and then bend over and stagger like a drunk.

The second time it happened Helen laughed, said "Heel boy!" and yanked on the leash to bring him back into line, slightly to the side and behind her.

Roger didn't bother restraining Annie's hands. He simply put his arm around her shoulders, pushed her robe open and casually rested his hand on her right breast. As they started walking after Helen and Tom, Annie tried to hold her robe closed. She managed to keep her crotch covered most of the time, but everyone they passed could see her bare breast and Roger fondling it. To her shame, that made her feel incredibly hot with excitement.

When they got back to Tom and Annie's room Helen released Tom's hands from the wrist cuffs and then both Annie and Tom were made to take off their robes, and then to kneel next to each other. Helen told Tom to put his hands behind his back and then she reattached the wrist cuffs. Tom was a beaten man, physically and mentally, so it never occurred to him to resist. For her part, Helen knew it was very unlikely that Tom would cause any trouble but she put the cuffs on him because she just liked seeing him restrained and helpless.

Helen patted him on the head, said "Good boy—now I'll give you a treat." Putting her hand on the back of his head she pulled him into her, with his mouth plastered against her sex. "Now eat me until I come."

At the same time Roger stepped close to Annie, dropped his robe and pressed his stiff cock to her lips. Smirking, he said "Open wide and say 'Ahh', girl." Annie reluctantly opened her mouth and was starting to say "Ahh" when Roger pushed forward, filling her mouth with his large cock. "Now suck it." Annie was shocked at how much bigger he was in both girth and length than Tom. As he slid it back and forth Annie's eyes bulged and she made gurgling noises as she tried to avoid gagging and choking.

Helen looked down and said, "You both look good on your knees—it's a good position for you." Then she and Roger leaned in and enjoyed a deep, lingering kiss as Tom and Annie serviced them. A few minutes later as her orgasm arrived Helen pressed Tom's head against her and she coated his face with her fluids as she sighed with satisfaction.

To Annie's surprise Roger pulled out of her mouth without ejaculating, and had Annie lay on the bed on her back. Helen then got on the bed also, facing Annie's feet, straddled her head and then settled with her ass covering most of Annie's face and her pussy touching Annie's mouth. Feeling smothered and unable to see anything, Annie panicked and began to thrash around, but with Helen's weight pinning her head down she couldn't escape. Helen pinched Annie's nipples to get her attention and then told her firmly to settle down and breathe through her mouth. After a moment Annie complied.

The sense of panic passed as she sucked in air through her mouth, but with Helen's ass covering her nose her nostrils were filled with strong musky and earthy smells. "That's it," Helen said, "now start licking. Let's see if you're a better pussy eater than your husband." Helen shifted forward to press her pussy against Annie's mouth as Annie tentatively stuck out her tongue and began to lick Helen's folds. As she did, Helen directed Tom to stand next to her at the side of the bed, and when he was within reach she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock and casually stroked him as she watched Annie eat her.

Annie felt the bed move and realized that Roger had gotten on it and was between her legs. He pushed them further apart and then gently licked and nibbled her labia, starting at the bottom and working his way up. Then he pushed at the hood over her clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Annie stopped licking, raised her hips and let out a muffled squeal. Helen used her left hand to dig her fingernails into Annie's breast and said, "Focus on what you're doing! Keep licking." Then she squeezed Tom's cock hard with her right hand and said, "You tell her."

Tom cried out in pain and then gasped out, "Keep licking her, Annie—please!"

Annie groaned as Roger stuck his tongue in her, but she resumed licking and nibbling Helen's labia, pussy and clit. Then Annie groaned louder as Roger pulled back. He laughed and said, "Don't worry—I'll give you what you want." The next thing she felt was the head of his cock sliding up and down her labia, and then he slowly pushed into her.

Annie moaned "Oh Goddd!!" as Roger's cock penetrated her. She thought again of how much bigger he was than Tom as she quickly resumed servicing Helen.

Tom couldn't take his eyes off of Roger and Annie. Filled with that confusing mix of anger, jealousy and arousal he watched as Roger picked up the pace, driving into Annie harder and deeper, his big balls audibly slapping against her ass. Matching Roger's pace, Annie licked, nibbled and sucked harder and harder at Helen as she neared what she knew would be a strong orgasm. Suddenly Roger paused, causing Annie to groan even louder. "Do you want me to make you come?" Roger asked.

"Oh Yes!!" Annie cried and then immediately flushed. She couldn't see Tom but she knew he must have heard her. She was ashamed and embarrassed. For his part, Tom had indeed heard her and he was stunned—he couldn't believe his shy, reserved wife had just passionately begged another man to make her come.

Helen laughed and squeezed Tom's cock harder. "Your wife is horny!" Then Helen shifted forward, flexed her hips to seal Annie's mouth with her pussy and then snapped, "Keep eating!"

Struggling to breathe, Annie nibbled and sucked at Helen's clit. Helen cried out, "Keep doing that... don't stop! I'm almost there..." Suddenly Helen straightened up and cried out "OH!!" as her orgasm hit. Then she slowly relaxed, like a balloon losing its air, and leaned back. Her large ass still covered much of Annie's face, but Annie's mouth was now clear and she gulped in air.

Meanwhile, Roger was fucking Annie at a steady pace, pulling back and then pounding forward like a bull over and over. Annie groaned or grunted with every thrust. At one point Roger looked at Tom and flashed a "thumbs up." Helen stroked Tom's cock as she smirked and said "He's really plowing her, and I think she's enjoying it." That comment was like a knife to Tom's stomach, but it was true—it did look like Annie was enjoying it. And the problem was, it excited him. His cock got harder, and Helen looked at him with a mixture of pity and disgust. "You like seeing another man fuck your wife! You're such a pervert!" Then Annie wrapped her legs around Roger, locked her ankles and pulled him into her. Helen laughed and twisted the knife by crying out, "She can't get enough of him!"

Annie signaled the arrival of a strong orgasm with a loud cry and the raising of her hips, and then after a moment she sank back down. Roger continued thrusting like a bull for a few more moments. Then, with what almost amounted to a roar, he thrust hard one last time and erupted, pouring his cum into Annie as she groaned. After a moment Roger pulled out, and as he did Annie's vagina made a wet, sucking sound as if it was reluctant to let his cock go.

A minute later, following Helen's instructions, Tom was on his knees between Annie's widespread legs. Roger pushed his head down and forward until Tom's ass was in the air and his face was only inches away from his wife's pussy, giving him a close-up view of Roger's cum slowly oozing out of her.

Tom felt Helen suddenly pull the plug out of his ass, much to his relief. His relief was short lived. When he felt something pressing against his still-gaping ass hole he realized what she intended to do and he panicked. "NO!! Please don't... please..."

Helen was kneeling behind Tom wearing a 6-inch silicone cock and was rubbing it against his puckered hole. She ignored his pleas and simply said, "I'm going to give you what you deserve—a good ass fucking—while you clean out your slutty wife's cunt with your mouth. And you'd better do a good job because I'll check her when you're done, and if I find any cum in her I'm going to beat your cock with a belt."

Tom was sickened at the thought of eating Roger's cum, but he was absolutely terrified at the idea of Helen beating his cock. He slowly and reluctantly began licking at Annie. Helen smiled, patted Tom's ass and said, "Good boy! Just keep licking and sucking." Then she slowly pushed the cock into Tom's ass.

He groaned, but it wasn't too bad because the plug had opened up the first couple of inches. But when she pulled back and then pushed forward again she went deeper, and he cried out "Oh!" in pain. She pulled back again and then thrust forward hard, driving the cock all the way in. The force of the thrust pushed Tom's face into Annie's pussy, so his cry of pain was muffled. As Helen began to fuck him at a steady pace, Tom concentrated on controlling his sick feeling as he licked and sucked at Annie's vagina. A few minutes later he realized the pain was mostly gone and his cock was starting to stiffen.

After watching Helen and Tom for a few moments, Roger got on the bed and kneeled by Annie's face. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as Tom ate her. Roger touched his cock to Annie's lips and said, "Clean it." Without protest Annie stuck out her tongue and began licking his balls and cock. Smiling at her obedience and savoring the feeling of her tongue, Roger said "Good girl." Then, as his cock became erect, Roger pushed it into her mouth and said, "Now suck it."

As she began to thrust harder and faster, Helen reached underneath and wrapped her hand around Tom's cock. Feeling that he was already hard, she laughed and said, "So you like getting fucked in the ass, huh?" Tom was in the middle of swallowing and simply groaned loudly as she began to stroke him. He had been on edge for so long and so repeatedly that it only took a few moments for him to come, his semen spurting out onto the bed. Again Tom felt a tremendous sense of relief, but again it didn't last. Helen not only kept fucking his ass but she kept stroking him, and began briskly rubbing her palm across his now extremely sensitive glans. The intense sensation bordered on pain, and Tom cried out as she squeezed, stroked and rubbed his cock, and Tom shot out more cum as she milked him. Then, thanks to the end of the fake cock pressing on her clit, Helen came with a cry of satisfaction. As she pulled out, Tom collapsed into the pool of his own cum.

At almost the same time Roger emptied his balls into Annie's mouth. As his seed slowly slid down her throat Annie coughed and swallowed, and swallowed again. Roger pulled his cock out of her mouth and wiped it on her hair.

Annie and Tom both laid motionless in an exhausted stupor as Helen removed the wrist cuffs from Tom and she and Roger packed up their stuff and put on their robes. As they opened the door to leave Helen said, "This was fun—we'll have to do it again."