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Older Neighbors
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This experience goes all the way back to the 70s when Cathie and I were just married. I had a great job offer, but it required that we move some distance from our families. We moved to a nice neighborhood, and many of the new neighbors were friendly enough; but we both worked so it took a while to get to know people. Two doors down was a couple with grown k**s. I guess he was in his late 40's, and so was the wife.

They were friendly, and the first to sort of take us under their wing. I suppose their being the ages of our parents made it somewhat more comfortable for Cathie and me as they seemed at first like surrogate parents. After a couple of months, they invited us to come along with them and another out-of-state couple, who were visiting them, on a small river boat they had rented for the day. It was a nice day, but even as nice at is was, it was a little odd hanging out with folks old enough to be our parents, more than 25 years our senior in a truly social setting where we were acting like peers.

After a full day of sun and drinking, we settled in to a little cove for an early dinner of sandwiches and beer. Otto, our neighbor, was doing the driving (both boat and car) so he was going easy on beer, but was a good host and made sure our cups were full. The other couple were long time friends of Otto and Helga, and the conversation started to get more and more daring, some sexual jokes, some personal opinion and desires about sex, etc. My wife and I looked at each other, a little shocked at it all, but after all the drinks, we did not care too much. Also, it wasn't like we were prudes with our own friends. But here we were with some people like our parents and who we did not know all that well and about whom we had no sexual thoughts or desires. If you imagine people in their late forties or early fifties who were a little overweight,and very plain looking, these guys were it. Moreover, our neighbors' friends were downright unattractive. The guy was short, fat, ugly, and bald. Further, it seemed odd hearing this talk, especially since we had never heard our parents speak like this, having grown up in strict religious families. On the other hand, it made us feel a little more grown up and was like a compliment that they were treating us like adults.

My wife even became the center of discussion for a while as the other wives talked about memories of having such a firm and sexy body. Some of it was inappropriate, but what could you do? The men talked about their virility in their 20s and asked how often me and my wife did it. Surprisingly, we answered! Differently! That drew a laugh. They talked about all the wild things they did when they were young...and beautiful. I felt a little odd and told them they still looked just fine. Then my neighbor's wife said in the old days she wouldn't shy away from skinny dipping.

This turned the conversation, and to everyone's amazement, the two guys pulled down their shorts in unison and egged us all on to follow suit. I felt my jaw drop. My wife covered her face and giggled. The other two wives seemed game and talked to Cathie saying they would do it if she would. The other men encouraged her, saying not to ruin the fun. I could see my wife feeling the pressure. Then to my amazementshe started peeling off her bathing suit! Wow, those wine coolers really worked wonders.

The women were giggling, but I noticed the men staring at my wife in silence as she got naked. She was a bit of a contrast to the other two, though they weren't bad looking. Just a bit plump and much older.

The two other couples jumped in to the water. My wife came up to me and told me I had to follow suit too. I could see her nipples were very erect though it was still very warm out. I leaned over and ask her in a whisper if she was turned on. A little, she answered, smiling shyly at me. A part of me recognized then we were both a bit too drunk to think clearly.

Into the water we went, and everyone went a bit wild in there, playing around like k**s. I felt a little detached to the whole thing. I recognized many of the beers I'd had in the last hour were taking effect. After a while I stood by the other two women, talking between their giggles. I wasn't really paying much attention to what they were saying, just nodded and grunted from time to time.

The other guys in the meantime kept playing in the water with my wife. Water kept splashing, bodies jumping around. As I glanced over I realized it was mostly the guys moving about, my wife pretty much standing still between them.

I didn't hit me that the water-splashing had stopped somewhat later until our neighbor's friend,Helen's eye went large with surprise, looking at something over my shoulder. Helga turned and they both watched and made big eyes. I too turned and took in a surprising sight. My wife had sat up on a rock in shallow water. The rock sloped back but there was a little ledge where my wife had parked her lovely, full, shapely ass. It was like she was on a recliner chair in a way. She was mostly leaning back, holding some of her body up against her elbows. Standing next to her was my neighbor. His hands were exploring my wife's young and heavy tits! Her eyes were closed. She looked both concerned and excited. He had a lot to explore and he was doing a very good job of it. I was positively frozen by the sight, a maelstrom of emotions and thoughts poured through me, paralyzing me and rendering me speechless. What was he doing!?What was she letting him do?! What should I do and what should I be feeling? Whatever, I just stood there not moving nor speaking.

Then, to my utter amazement, he came around from the side of the rock (with a substantial weapon sticking out beyond his beer gut) and moved right between my wife's legs! Her legs were a little apart, and he put his hands on her knees and pushed them farther apart so he could bring his man meat to her married pussy. (That thought went through my mind - her married pussy). As he leaned over her, she looked at him, biting her lower lip the whole time as he positioned himself. Still not a word had been spoken by anyone. He was very eager and direct. He probably couldn't believe he was in this position with his new neighbor, and he did not want to give her time to change her mind or resist.

I was surprised to hear Helga giggle as her husband grabbed his cock and positioned it. It felt unreal to me. Cathie rolled her head back and moaned and seemed to shutter a little as he clearly easily entered her pussy. He was very eager. Clumsy almost as he started fucking her. He looked like a fat rabbit on top of her. I then noticed the sounds around me stop as everyone watched in silence.

Helga came up behind me and touched my shoulder. She asked if I was OK. I told her honestly I didn't know. I then asked her the same thing. She said with a laugh that she had a long trip to make the next day and at least her husband would now leave her alone tonight and she could get some rest. Her hand then brushed against my cock. I think we were both surprised that it was hard, rock hard. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows, and said, "well this guy is not confused;he's more than ok with this" and gave a little laugh. She continued to hold then stroke my cock as she pointed out my situation to her friend.

We all watched as her husband, mounted on my wife, continued to fuck her. Cathie continued to be passive. She maintained her position with her hands at her sides. Only as he was first sliding his man meat into her did she utter anything, which I could not clearly hear but it sounded like "big" was in her statement. Other than that she simply laid back passively and took the fucking he was giving her. It took her husband less than five minutes before he came inside my wife. He grunted loudly and trembled as he emptied himself, my wife seemed to tremble too, and I was about to cum to, but his wife clamped my cock and held it.

My neighbor was barely off her when his friend took his place. This was not appreciated by his wife, and I heard her curse at him. He didn't hear or didn't want to hear. His wife turned and looked away as he too mounted my wife. My wife put up her hand to his chest to stop him, but his weight was too much and in no time his large belly was on hers and his cock was in my wife's pussy. It was almost comical with him, because in his state of excitement he barely had entered her when he came. Even in the semi darkness of the evening I saw him splatter his seed on her pubic mound after only one withdrawal.

Helen was angry at her husband and letting him know it. Cathie continued to sit there, head held down (in shame?). Finally Helga said let's go. I went over and carried Cathie back to the boat, where everyone was dressing without looking at one another. The boat ride back to the dock and the car ride home, to say the least, was very quiet and uncomfortable. Nonetheless, the thought went through my mind that two of the three men had gotten off and gotten off in my wife's pussy. I was surprised again at how much that excited me. When we got to our house and were dropped off, I only said quick goodbyes before we headed off. My wife, upset, went straight to the bedroom and took to the bed; she had sobered up a bit and was horrified about being used as she was. She said she felt they took advantage of the situation, and she was mortified that she was not only used as she was but that she was a spectacle for everyone else, especially the wives. She said she had no intention of violating her marriage vows and being unfaithful. I told her it was alright; I understood. Things got out of hand, but I knew she still loved me and I loved her and that her having sex with these other men did not change that. She talked about how her breasts had been man handled, how she felt the effects on her breasts even now (her nipples were still erect from the pulling) and she felt a little pain where they had squeezed hard; she could stillfeel their fat sweaty hands on her breasts, and their fat sweaty bellies on her stomach, she said.

Next, I surprised myself and started to kiss her breasts to make them feel better. I was very conscious of my lips being on skin where these men's hands had been and how I was licking their sweat up. It was disturbingly erotic. I did not stop there, but also kissed and licked her belly, where these men had placed their sweaty stomachs as they took my wife. Then, surprise of surprises, my mouth was at her pubic hair. And the edges of her pubic hair where my lips first touched were stiff as though some sticky stuff had mostly dried there. I guess that was because it had! But knowing what that sticky stuff was did not stop me. There was also plenty of still wet fluid in her pubic hair that had not dried on the short trip back and her pussy also was full of semen. I knew that I was taking their essence into my mouth, but continued. I had my first creampie that night, and it was a double shot. It also brought my wife to orgasm and she said how glad she was she married me. How, even after this awful event, I showed in a dramatic way that I still loved her.

The next morning my wife again said that she was absolutely horrified at what had happened, and that she did not want to see our neighbors again.

Well, I thought that was that. However, about a week and a half later, Otto rang the doorbell and when I opened it he stood there with some beer and wine and held it out to me: "A peace offering" he said.

You will remember from Part 1 of this event, my neighbor and his friend ejaculated on and in my wife, who was mortified that it happened and in front of an audience of the wives of these men. She said she did not want to see our older "ex friends" again.

Well, I thought that was that. However, about a week and a half later, Otto rang the doorbell and when I opened it he stood there with some beer and wine and held it out to me: "A peace offering" he said. He said he had talked to Helga over the phone and she was due home in a day or so and she wanted good relations to exist between my wife and them.

I couldn't help but wonder if he meant a "piece" offering (I read into Helga's remarks a double entendre; she wanted Otto to expend some of his sexual energy on my wife before she came home to a pent up Otto).

He said "I should have prevented my friend from fucking your wife; I am sorry about that. I knew that Cathie did not want to have sex with him, but I just did not act when I should have."

I guess I thought I had to play the role of the offended husband and said "your friend?! What about you?! Cathie isn't too pleased about what you did, too."

He just looked at me with steel in his eyes. This was not the affable Otto I knew. Finally he said, "Don't act like a wronged husband. You saw me when I was playing with your wife's big tits, but you did not object, did you?"

I said nothing. He then said, "DID YOU?!"

For some reason, I felt that if I answered him, it would be a total surrender of control to him. I was not sure why, it was just a feeling that came to me. I guess if you tell a man that you let him have free access to your wife's breasts, it was telling him that he was in control. Despite this, I said, "no."

"No, what?" he asked.

I said "no, i did not object to your playing with my wife's tits." He smiled, understanding the significance of this.

"And you did not try to interfere either while I had my hands all over her big tits, did you?"

"No, I did not try to interfere while you felt up my wife." This elicited another smile.

"And you did not object or interfere when I put my fat cock in your wife, did you?"

Defeated, I said "No, I did not."

"In fact, you enjoyed seeing me fuck your wife, didn't you?"

I hesitated, trying to retain some dignity, but he said, "remember that Helga talked to me afterwards. Yes, I know you got hard when you saw your wife's pussy entertaining my cock. Now admit it."

"Yes, I did enjoy it on some level I said."

He laughed, "The most important level!"

Then he said. "I enjoyed fucking your wife too. And she enjoyed it as well. You noticed she did not object at all." He continued "did you notice your wife's nipples? Very erect. Did you notice how easily I entered her? She was very wet. She also got a nice fat cock that she exclaimed about, though she was trying to hide it. And she came on the end of my cock, even though she was trying to hide that too. So everyone, you, your wife, and I came out ahead because of what I did."

Again, I did not protest or have any kind of response to that. He was right of course.

He pressed his advantage and stepped into our home and turned to me and said, "I am right, correct? You enjoyed seeing my big dick in your wife and you know that she enjoyed it too?"

I was humiliated to know he was correct and that my cock was starting to thicken. He said, "Well..."

Again, I surrendered and I answered "Yes."

He pressed the point again, saying, "and I know I liked fucking her young married pussy and I know she came on my cock."

He then asked me where my wife was. I found myself again responding to him and told him that she was taking a shower. He told me to get her for him.

I just turned and went upstairs, feeling odd that I was indeed going to be bringing my wife to another man for his sexual amusement, which he clearly intended. Nonetheless, I went as my cock outvoted all other thoughts.

Cathie had just come out of the shower and had a towel around her head and was otherwise naked. I loved seeing her heavy breasts and her flaring hips and rounded bum. I quickly told her that Otto was here with a peace offering and to make amends. She responded angrily and said I should tell him to leave.

I said that Helga also agreed it was time to make amends and re-establish good relations. (Cathie did not know the hidden meaning behind that and I did not enlighten her).

I was a little disgusted with myself for trying to convince her to come downstairs and just listen to his apology when I knew that Otto had more in mind, nonetheless I did just that. When she agreed, I went downstairs and told Otto that she would be down shortly.

To my surprise, I heard her footfalls on the steps just then. Cathie did come down and was dressed only in a light fabric robe with the towel still on her head. It was quite a sight with her large breasts wobbling about and the robe emphasizing rather than hiding her charms.

I was surprised. Otto was delighted. I thought it was a mixed signal. Was she trying to tell us that this would be a short meeting or was she trying to be provocative or was she just not conscious of her appearance?

A little by way of background: Cathie was raised in a strict family where sex was seen as a duty for the wife and otherwise as a dirty thing. Perhaps, because of this, she acted subconsciously to deal with her natural sexual feelings because consciously and for surface appearances, she was ... well not a prude exactly, but conservative.

When we were dating in college, one night friends were going to meet at one of the houses of our fellow students. I went and met her there with her room mates. She was wearing a tight camel colored sweater which really emphasized her big breasts. There was some mild joking about camels and two big humps. She acted mortified and asked her room mates why they let her go out like that when they confirmed that the sweater was a bit provocative. They said in disbelief: "You didn't know?!!"

Another time, shortly before we married, I went with my wife to the beach for our first time together at the beach. This was in May, off season, and the beach had few people there.

However, Cathie walked to a place near a much older man. I was surprised since we could have had some privacy since there was a lot of empty space at the beach, but said nothing.

Cathie was wearing a pair of shorts and top over her bathing suit. As she wiggled out of her shorts and removed her top by slowly unbuttoning her top, I became aware that this was like a strip tease. The old guy was all eyes too.

I got another surprise, her bathing suit showed some cleavage! Although she had a lot to show, this suit showed just a bit, but it was new to me to see her displaying any of her breasts.

I ignored the old guy checking her out and we soon ran into the water, which was cold. We frolicked only for a few moments and Cathie ran out of the water ahead of me. I was shocked to see that the material of her suit clung to her form and I could make out very clearly her fabulous ass cheeks and the crack of her ass.

I was behind and to the side of Cathie and could also see her full fat breasts jump around in her suit. I could also see our beach companion's eyes widen as he stared at my wife to be.

I ran ahead and saw that the suit in the front was no better at concealing her charms. The coldness of the water had made her thick long nipples stand at attention (at least I thought it was the cold that did it) and the water had the effect of causing her suit to droop down around her breast some more and expose more of those large, full globes.

She acted as if nothing was happening and nothing was out of the ordinary. But it was! This conservative young woman was showing her body in public as far as I was concerned.

When we got back to our blanket, Cathie dried herself facing in the direction of our observant friend. When she bent over to dry her legs her top gave way some more and a substantial amount of her tits were visible. The other guy took it all in.

I felt a mass of confused emotions. I didn't know what to do. I felt like protesting or telling the guy not to look, but I would look the fool if I did. And another thing happened - I realized that my penis was growing thick. This caused even more confusion. I had never heard of men enjoying having their wives ogled in public. I thought there was something wrong with me, but I realized that despite all I was enjoying this on some level.

In any event, we never discussed this event. She acted as though nothing had happened.

Another time, Cathie put on a bikini when we were at her parents' house for a swim in the pool. I told her it was much too revealing. She just p*o-pahed my statement, saying it was fine. I told her I could see her nipple (part of her aureola was visible). Then she looked down, acted surprised and changed.

Hence, I did not know if she was a closet exhibitionist or if her subconscious was at work, trying to over ride her upbringing, and she was truly ignorant of her appearance.

In any event, back to Otto's visit, when Cathie entered the room, she was very frosty. She sat rigidly on the edge of a chair facing the couch Otto and I were on.

Otto was surprisingly able to handle Cathie and the situation. He noted that he could appreciate that she might feel she was a spectacle for everyone there that last night we were together, but it was not true. Helga noted that sometimes things just happen and that she had encouraged Otto to make peace and return to good relations with her. (Yes, I knew what kind of relations he was anxious to return to.)

He made soothing sounds as he talked to her. He was so apologetic, so empathetic, and so sincere that Cathie soon relaxed. Although he was seemingly sympathetic to her, I noted that he did not once apologize for what he did, but Cathie seemed not to notice.

Anyway, as I said after talking to her for a little while, Otto had defrosted her. Otto poured her a drink and toasted to a return to good relations. Cathie smiled and joined in the toast.

From there Otto went into story telling mode and was quite charming and funny. He told stories from his youth, from his travel, from his work. One story was so funny, it had us doubled over in laughter. Cathie seemed not to notice that her robe had traveled over her left knee and a bit more cleavage was visible when she returned to her upright position. Otto, however, did notice.

He then started adding distances in his stories, pointing to various objects in the room to show the approximate distance. When he had drawn Cathie's attention away from him as he pointed out the distances, he took the opportunity to look at my wife married pussy which was now exposed.

To get his best look he directed her attention to objects behind her. When she turned, her legs came apart even more and he could look at his leisure. He then looked me, smiling and directing his eyes to my wife's pussy so that there would be no mistaking what his smile was about.

At first I thought it odd that this man who had already been in her pussy would take such delight in looking at it. Then I thought well it was dark, maybe he did not get a great view then. Finally it settled on me that he was taking such delight because it was a form of control - he was establishing that he was looking at my wife's pussy and I was doing nothing.

Then he told a story that Helga had told him in their telephone conversation during her present travels. While in a sauna in Germany, a young American lad, about 16 had ventured into the sauna and froze when he saw naked women in there. He then commenced to get a hard on and was totally embarrassed, but did not know whether to run away or stay and look.

Cathie said something to the effect, "oh he went into the ladies sauna?"

Otto said no, that most saunas are coed in Germany. In fact, many, if not most, Germans are what Americans would call nudists and what he referred to as naturalists "as it is a totally natural state." There was less shame in Europe about their bodies than in the U.S. He noted that people would sunbathe in parks and other public areas naked. It was common.

Cathie registered surprise.

Then Otto noted that he and Helga often went to naturalist resorts where all activities were done naked, including the Friday night dance.

Cathie seemed fascinated and asked about "well you know, hmm, do people do ..."

Otto helped her out, he said sex was really not a part of it. In fact, public sex was generally forbidden. Of course, if some people were interested they could slip away, but it did not happen unless all wanted it.

Then Otto acted like he had an inspiration and said that he knew that Cathie's first nude experience had not gone exactly as she would have wished, but it would be a shame if that turned her off permanently from a very freeing act and now was the chance to see that it can be nothing more than innocent and freeing fun. He then said, "let's try it again! Right here in the house where you feel safe."

With that he stood and started taking his clothes off and looked and me and said, "come on."

I joined him and also stripped. Cathie sat there with a confused look on her face as if she did not know what to do. When Otto got his pants off, her eyes went to his large and well formed manhood. She could not take her eyes off his manmeat. I guess I could understand since it was unusual. He had a long and fat cock with a foreskin covering his head and forming an "O" at the end. It was somewhat veiny and was framed by two large, low hanging balls. His scrotum hung about 7" and his cock, even in a non hard state was almost at the end of his scrotum.

I do not know what she was thinking - "wow, that is what was in me?!" Or 'I have never seen such a formidable and ugly weapon!" - but she was staring; she apparently could not help herself.

Otto gave her some encouragement to join, telling her it would be good for her to be in a naturalist state and that she should not hide one of nature's beauties (meaning my wife's body) from view and adding more soothing and encouraging words.

Cathie had not moved, so Otto went to her and took her hands and pulled her to her feet. No resistance, but no help either. She was passive throughout. He then undid her sash holding her robe together, opened her robe, and slid it off her shoulders, where it fell to the floor in a pool at her feet. Now my wife was standing naked inches away from this older, naked man. It was exciting to see.

He then told her to sit, which she did, rather stiffly at first with her arms folded.

Otto sat down and continued telling stories, never talking about sex or even nudity. He acted like this was totally normal. Otto did not say anything at first about my wife's posture. Finally he told her she should act naturally. He had seen her naked and there was no need to hide her physical beauty.

So she slowly lowered her hands to her side to his verbal approval. He talked for some time, acting completely natural; and Cathie relaxed and did not seem to notice that she was totally on display. She too started to act naturally.

Otto then said when there was a lull in the conversation, "I have an idea. Let's take another step. Chris, put on some music and Cathie and I will dance."

Cathie was not ready for this. However, as I put music on, he pulled her to her feet and led her a few steps away to some open floor. At first, he kept his distance and Cathie followed his lead, although she was blushing a bit. Then he pulled her closer and when the second song came on, her fat tits were resting on his hairy chest. Her nipples were erect. She looked flushed but continued on dancing.

It was some sight to see my young wife, nude, in the embrace of this older, shorter man, acting as though it were all normal.

Next he let his hand slip to her ass. She took it off, and he stopped dancing and said, "in dancing, everything that is exposed is ok to touch. It would be a shame if that magnificent derriere of yours was off limits. This is totally natural at a nude resort."

With that he resume dancing ... and resumed with his hand on my wife's ass. They danced for a little and my wife stiffened and attempted to pull away, but he had a good grip on her. He said something to the effect that "this happens on dance floors and a good partner assists in hiding it. Just keep dancing."

She did and when her back was to me, I could see what it was that "happens." The head of his erect cock was sticking out between my wife's legs!

Now this was really a sight to see, a big headed cock poking out jut below my wife's large, well formed, globes of ass - my nude wife pressed against a nude older man with an erection between her legs ... and dancing! Amazing and oh so stimulating. I was a bit embarrassed and confused. It was a bit of a humiliation for me but a thrilling humiliation!

They continued for short while and he was moving slightly in and out, like a mild dry hump. The next time her back was to me, I could see the top of the head of his cock was wet - had to be her juices! He said, "You are doing so well. I want to kiss you to show my appreciation."

With that he pulled her head down to his and kissed her. Then he said, "Please, a more intimate kiss" and pulled her mouth to his and this time frenched kissed her.

As they were kissing, he pulled his body away slightly, bent his knees, and pushed upward. My wife pulled away, saying softly, "no, no, we cannot." Otto said, "It is alright, we are in private and it is allowed and your husband does not object. He is the only one who can say no."

Still she softly said, " no, no, noooooooo." He had entered her. She did not physically resist. Moreover, it looked like she had a little orgasm right as he entered her!!

So there I was watching this man again slide his cock into my wife's (apparently willing, despite her mild protest) pussy. Then he stopped and told her to bend her knees and take it. She had her eyes closed but did as told and now she was fucking that fat cock, bending and unbending her knees to get that dick into her. I was extremely hot.

Next he pulled out of her and said, "Let's get more comfortable." With that he led her by the hand to our bedroom, told her to lie down and spread her legs, which she did.

He then mounted her; she groaned as he pushed his manhood into her married pussy. As Otto's big ass was rising and falling I could see his big balls swinging and my wife's pussy lips clinging to his rod. He brought her to a shattering climax, then stopped letting her get her breath. He rolled on his back and played lightly with my wife's breasts. After a short time, he pulled her onto him and had her ride his cock - to an orgasm for both of them!

Shortly after that he took his leave. Cathie seemed to revert to her old self and said, "He took advantage of me again." She did not want to see him, but this time was not so dramatic or forceful about it as she was the last time.

Again, I tried to reassure kissing her all over and pleasuring her orally to let her know it was OK. I did not love her less.

We did not see or hear from Otto or Helga for over a week. Then we got a call. I answered and Helga said, "bring your wife over her to service Otto; he's too horny for me and we have to go out in a short while." I told Cathie and she exploded. She went out the door to their house with me in quick pursuit. What happened next was a real changing event for us.

As I mentioned at the conclusion of Part 2, Cathie was livid when she heard the demand of our neighbor, Helga. What she had feared as a result of her episode with Otto and John was apparently being realized. Her concern was, I believe, that she would be thought of as an easy woman, a willing plaything. By now she had convinced herself that she was a victim in the sexual shenanigans with our neighbor and his friend and not a pleased participant.

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In any event, she stormed out of our home and strode quickly and resolutely towards our neighbors' house. I followed in her wake. Upon arriving, she quickly and rapidly knocked on the door, and impatiently repeated the procedure when the door was not opened in 5 seconds.

When Otto opened the door, Cathie pushed past him, making a bee line for Helga, who was seated on the couch in the living room.

'WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT!! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM?! NO ONE ..."

SLAP!

While Cathie was ranting, Helga arose from the couch and slapped Cathie in the face. Cathie stood there, mouth agape, hand to the offended area of her face, in stunned silence. Helga was not through. She reached up and grabbed Cathie by her hair, and, sitting down, pulled Cathie with her so that Cathie was over her knee.

Moving quickly, Helga secured Cathie by grabbing her right wrist and pulling it back and up and pinioning Cathie's left arm against her own body. She then grabbed the hem of Cathie's dress and lifted the dress up over her waist, pulled Cathie's panties clear of her bottom, and then hooked her right leg over Cathie's legs. Cathie quickly came to life but all she could do was squirm against the effect hold Helga had of her body.

"What (spank) do (smack) I (spank) think (smack) you (spank) are?" Helga said as she applied her hand to Cathie's ass, causing her full, rounded, shapely, fleshy globes to jiggle with each spank. Cathie's squirming was to no effect, except to cause her hanging, large, pendulous breasts to swing wildly as her dress was unequal to the task of controlling them. I was surprised at how erotic the sight was.

Helga continued to talk to Cathie while continually spanking her. "I know what you are -- a married woman who spreads her legs for men other than her husband to give them access to her vagina and to allow them to inseminate her!" Her comments were accentuated by bare handed blows to Cathie's ass.

"How dare I talk to you like that? It is you who have a nerve to talk to me in the manner you just did. I dare because you are a slut and need to know your place. If I am going to have a slut around, she will know her place and she will also know it will be for my ease and convenience that she is around. You are here to serve; and I may let you have that which you crave, but it will be when I say so."

Cathie's spanking continued through this talking to. Helga continued to berate Cathie while spanking her and emphasized that she better understand what her place was. Cathie had not been spanked since she was a teen ager in high school (by her father) and finally seemed to realize that she should adopt the attitude she took back then. Cathie stopped struggling, accepting her punishment with quiet sobs and pleas to stop, which went unheeded by Helga. Cathie pledged to be a good girl and do as she was told.

Finally, Helga stopped, but kept her hand on Cathie's butt, lightly rubbing it and talking somewhat soothingly to her.

"This is a good start. This is how you should be acting when you come into my home. Now apologize and we can start off right."

"I'm sorry."

Helga's hand slid off Cathie's by now red cheeks and disappeared between her legs. What she found brought a satisfied smile to Helga's face.

"Yes, you are all I thought you could be." Helga said.

"Now get up and go stand in the corner like the naught girl you are."

As Cathie got up and walked to the corner with head bowed and the cheeks on her face now red as well from blushing, Helga said, "Pull that dress up and put those panties around your ankles so the shame of your punishment is visible to all here." Cathie obeyed.

Helga now looked at me for the first time. "I talked to Otto and, now, with this, it seems we are all in accord, correct?"

"Yes Ma'am" I said.

I had never called her that before, but it just popped out and seemed natural.

"O.K., we have to leave soon and I do not want Otto to be pressing up against me and pestering me to leave early because he is horny. Cathie, go over to Otto and kneel in front of him. We just have time for a quick blow job," Helga said as naturally as one might say we just have time for a quick cup of coffee.

Surprisingly, Cathie started to comply without any protest. She turned, dropped her dress and reached down to pull her panties up.

"Oh, no you don't. Keep that dress up and those panties down," Helga ordered.

Cathie complied and shuffled towards Otto, acting like an automaton, head down and blushing furiously. She was clearly humiliated by this act and should have been. The sight she was presenting was ridiculous, walking with that shuffling gate, panties around her ankles and dress lifted, but was undeniably sexual and humiliating.

As she made her way to Otto, she never looking at anyone. Once in front of Otto, Cathie sunk to her knees. Otto unbuckled his belt, zipped down, and dropped his pants and shorts, exposing that impressive piece of manhood. Placing one hand on Cathie's head, Otto used the other to offer his cock to my wife's mouth. Cathie meekly opened her mouth and accepted Otto's offering.

What a transformation! What a sight! Now it was my turn to squirm as I tried to adjust my pants before they were ripped by my hard on trying to escape the confines of the crotch of my trousers. Seeing Otto's ugly, fat weapon slide into my wife's accepting mouth, causing her cheeks to expand and hollow as it slide in and out of her oral cavity was incredibly exciting.

Otto now applied himself to the task at hand. He placed both hands on Cathie's head and controlled the pace and action of the blow job. Cathie, with one hand at her side and the other still holding the dress up to display her beautiful, but red, ass cheeks, was connected to Otto by three points (his hands and his cock), accepted her position as a face fuckee and offered no resistance or objection. It was not long before Otto was signaling his imminent ejaculation. Then, with a grunt, he announced its arrival as he held Cathie's head firmly in place on his prick, which judging from his tightened balls and his grunt, was emptying the contents of his balls into her mouth!

This was a first. Cathie had played with my cock and even taken it in her mouth briefly, but I never even came close to cumming in her mouth.

Now Cathie made some movement to get off his cock, but to no avail. Otto was going to deposit every last drop of his sperm in my wife's mouth. Cathie quickly realized her position and accepted it, now simply trying to swallow it all.

Finally sated, Otto slowly pulled his pleased penis from Cathie's mouth. It was still full, fat, and long, but sated and no longer hard. "That's a good girl," he said as he pulled up his pants. Helga got up and almost pulled Cathie from her kneeling position and ushered us out the door.

Cathie was quiet on the short walk home. Once inside, she turned to me and kissed me hard. I was pleasantly surprised but did not want to question my good luck. Then I realized that I was again tasting Otto's cum. It did not deter me. We were soon naked in the bedroom and I was sliding into my wife's very wet pussy.

There was no complaint that she had been taken advantage of, and, in fact, she had accepted her new position with our neighbors.

It was about a week later before we heard from Otto or Helga. Otto showed up at our home with a suitcase, having just returned from a trip. I answered the door and Otto explained that before going home to Helga, he thought it best if Cathie serviced his pent up desire.

Cathie came into the room and I said, "Otto needs you to service him."

Cathie looked at me and just said, "Oh." Then looked at Otto and said, "Hello Otto."

Otto replied, "I have been away for a week and have not had my ashes hauled, as you Americans would say. Helga is waiting for me and I am really horny, so let's go to your bedroom right now." He turned and looked at me and said, "Come on, you can help too."

Once there Otto told me I could help get Cathie undressed for him. I knelt and unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants down and she stepped out of them while she was unbuttoning her blouse. When I pulled her panties down, her married pussy was right in my face with the smell of excitement. I thought this is the pussy promised only to me when we married, but another man was going to enjoy it and I was helping!

What was wrong with me?! I did not know, but did know my cock was over ruling any sensible action I should have been contemplating.

They were both nude in short order. Otto instructed Cathie to get on the bed on all fours facing him; and instructed me to get under her to lubricate her pussy for his cock. I did as told, and discovered that no work was needed by me. She was already wet. Still, I licked her pussy and felt her body moving back and forth -- obviously sucking Otto.

If there was any doubt, Otto resolved it by declaring that he loved the feeling of his cock in my wife's mouth. After a bit, Cathie was still. Then I felt the bed sag as Otto got on it. Next his big, bulbous cock head came into view, followed by his thick, long, veiny shaft. Out of the corner of my eyes came his thick thighs as he moved up to Cathie's pussy. I saw his cock head placed at the center of my wife's pussy and then easily slide into her, shouldering aside her vaginal lips. Then my vision was blotted out as his big, low hanging testicles dragged from my forehead to my eyes.

As his cock continued its journey into my wife, I was now looking at his ass and felt his balls on my still active tongue. When his cock entered Cathie, she just moaned, "Oh...so big!"

Otto worked that big hunk of manmeat into my wife's body, dragging his balls over my face. At times I was licking my wife's clit, Otto's balls, and occasionally his cock shaft. Early on my wife shook with a small orgasm. She was low moaning throughout Otto's shafting of her, with his belly smacking Cathie's ass and setting both to shaking.

Eventually, Otto took hold of Cathie's hips, pulled her into him. With his cock fully embedded in her, Otto let out a grunt, his balls had pulled up a bit and now spurted his sperm into my wife's womb. With his eruption, Cathie yelled her orgasm too.

After resting and panting a moment, Otto slowly pulled out, letting his fat mushroom cockhead come to rest on my lips while it was still seeping cum. Then he pulled away, letting his cock leave a line of cum and fluid on my face. He moved to Cathie, still in position. I now was not only licking clit but also cum, Otto's cum and Cathie's juices.

Time to clean up," Otto said. I could feel Cathie moving as her head no doubt was moving up and down while her mouth was on Otto's slimy sword.

"Ah, good girl," Otto said.

Otto finally left us locked in position. I essentially returned the favor she had given Otto and continued licking her clit and pussy. She unzipped me and stroked me off.

When she had another cum, she got off and showered. She said nothing and acted as though this were normal, which I guess it was getting to be.

An hour later, while we were watching TV, Helga called.

"Do you have a jock strap?" she asked.

"Well, yes. Why?"

"Never mind, just bring it and your wife over to our place," was her answer.

I told Cathie we were wanted at Otto and Helga's. She just asked when. She seemed to be accepting her new role rather easily I thought.

When we arrived, Otto and Helga were already seated at the dining room table. Helga said, "I made a special dinner for Otto to celebrate his return. You two will serve us so we can enjoy it together."

Holding up a slender golden chain, Helga said, "This is Cathie's outfit. Chris, you have brought your own. Now go to the bedroom and change."

We both stripped and Cathie put on her "outfit," attaching the chain around her waist. I have to say she looked magnificent, her big full tits standing proud, the chain slung around her waist just as it flared out to her womanly hips, her bush full and fluffy. When I donned my jockstrap we went out to serve.

Cathie took care of Otto and Helga was mine to mind. During dinner, both Otto and Helga freely felt us up. Helga was having fun feeling my ass and even inserted a finger. Otto was taking his pleasure by freely running his hands over my wife and even putting some mashed potato on her breast before licking it off. This was a prelude to dessert.

Dessert was tapioca pudding. After a few mouthfuls, Helga said to Otto, "We really should give some to our faithful servants as a reward for their service, no?"

Whatever you say, dear," was Otto's reply. With that, each of them dipped their hands into the pudding and went under the tablecloth, which was covering them.

"Get under the table," Helga ordered.

When we did, we saw that Otto and Helga were naked from the waist down. They had deposited the tapioca on their genitals.

"Enjoy," Helga said as she grabbed my hair and guided me to her pussy. Otto was doing a similar to Cathie.

"Who would have thought Otto, after the war that we would be the masters of the Americans, even having our own American slaves!" Helga said and then broke into gales of laughter.

After orgasming on my tongue, Helga ordered us up to serve coffee. When coffee was poured, Helga directed Cathie to her side of the table and ordered her to bend down, placing her left breast just over the coffee cup. Helga then took firm hold of my wife tit and then pulled and squeezed.

"Ah, yes, this is the perfect milk dispenser, ha," Helga exclaimed. "We must work on this." The evening at their house ended we us kneeling, kissing genitals, and thanking them for the opportunity to serve them.

Otto and Helga were shortly called back to Germany due to the grave condition of Helga's mother. I thought things would return to normal then and we could think things out. It was getting a little out of control.

However, the next day, I received a call from Cathie's "ther****t."