Dec 26, 2018
Submissive Wife Ch 2
She always delivers
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While our married life was a series of sexual escapades, I had, in fact, laid the foundations for this lifestyle some time earlier.
I first persuaded Jane to allow me to offer her for sex with strangers some time before our marriage, and I include one our first adventures in this batch of memoirs.
Some two years before our marriage (Jane would have been 20), we were invited to a wedding reception, where, after a few drinks, we made our excuses and left. This proved to be the first time that I persuaded a slightly tipsy Jane, to carry out my sexual requirements.
On our way home I told her to remove her underwear as I intended to have her fucked. By now, she knew that I enjoyed offering her for casual sex, and she had agreed to do as I wished.
She removed her underwear and was left wearing a wrap around dress, heels, and nothing more.
I drove to the local red-light area and parked up.
After a while a car with three middle aged men parked fairly close by – I guessed they were on the look out for sex, and, after a few minutes, I walked up to their car and asked them if they were interested in fucking my girlfriend - I told them that she was not a whore, and there would be no charge for her.
The driver said they were interested, and asked me to follow them to a local car park. I said OK, and followed them as they drove for a mile or so, to an unlit car park on an industrial estate - they made their way to the far corner of the car park and parked up - I followed and parked just a few yards away.
We sat in our respective vehicles for a short time, unsure of the best way to achieve the thing that they were her enjoy – namely, Jane providing sex.
Eventually, I instructed her to go over to their car and do whatever they asked – she got out and nervously walked across to her new ‘friends’.
I waited for almost an hour and was beginning to get a little worried, when, at last, I saw Jane get out of the rear door of their vehicle. She walked back to our car, holding her dress across the front of her body. She got into the passenger seat and I slid my hand up her dress and told her to open her legs – she was sore and soaked.
I asked her for details, to which she replied in a subdued voice, ‘they all had what they wanted’.
I simply had to fuck her while she was still freshly used. To this end, I found a quiet spot, where I pulled over, reclined her seat and told her to lie back and open her dress.
With her naked and available, I climbed on top, and buried myself into her.
I then insisted on the details of her encounter.
She said that the guy in the back had got out of the car, allowing the rear seat to be folded flat (they had some sort of estate car), – Jane was then told to get in the back - and on her back.
The driver followed her into the car, told her to open her dress, and then climbed on top. He was in his fifties, and he made Jane work his dick until it was hard - he then fucked her.
He got out and the second guy took his place - he had watched her first performance from the passenger seat and needed no further stimulation – he also had her, enjoying sloppy seconds.
The third guy took his turn but, as he was grossly overweight, there was no question of him having her in the missionary position - he told Jane to get on her knees to allow him access for sex.
He squeezed behind her and lifted her dress, exposing her bare buttocks - after much grunting, pushing and pulling, he finally appeared satisfied with her availability.
He put a large, flabby hand over her mouth, adjusted his position one last time, and began to pin her under his crushing weight.
Jane quickly realised that he had positioned himself in such a way, that his descending bulk would inevitably result in her being sodomized – she began to wriggle under him, but this simply allowed even deeper penetration - she, eventually realised that she had no choice but to allow him to take whatever he wished and submitted to anal sex.
As he was enjoying her, he whispered in her ear that she must tense her anal muscles, in order to hasten his climax – Jane, fearful of being crushed, nodded, and did his bidding.
Just a few minutes later, he groaned and ejaculated into her bowels – he then eased his weight off her, and informed a crushed and sore Jane, that he had finished with her.
With a struggle, he extricated himself from the car, leaving Jane, searching for her shoes, and hoping that her new friends were all done.
Unfortunately, as the last guy was fastening his trousers, she heard him say ‘I have had her arse and it’s tight’.
The first guy immediately opened the car door and told Jane to get back on her knees. He took up his position behind her, and ordered her to offer him anal sex – she obediently raised her buttocks and lowered her head, thus allowing him the opportunity to take what his friend had so recently enjoyed.
At this point, they seem to have had their fill, and allowed Jane to put on her shoes and, gingerly, get out of the car.
They were keen to meet up with her again, but she said she would have to ask me for permission. As I added my contribution to her well used pussy, I told her that I preferred on the spur adventures, and that I would find a lot more where they had come from.
A couple of years into our marriage, Jane returned home from a night out with friends. As he pulled off her dress, she revealed a series of welts across her upper thighs, both front and back – obviously she had met a guy who took pleasure from beating her. She liked to be dominated, and she took several beatings in the early days, but was always fearful that one of her casual pick-ups might get carried away.
Sensing an erotic tale, I instructed her to bend over and recount her experience as I fucked her.
She had been picked up at a club, and had allowed her new acquaintance to use her for sex on the journey home. Her new friend had discovered that she wore stockings and suspenders with no underwear, and this encouraged him to take what he wanted. He had her bend over the car seat as he slid his cock up her – just a few strokes had Jane begging for him to be more forceful. He withdrew, moved his dick into line with her arse, and buggered her. Jane let out a small scream and tried to move her arse away from his thrusting cock – he was having none of this, and held her in position as he rode her until he emptied himself deep in her bowels.
Following rough sex, he became very considerate and complimentary – he kissed her and performed oral sex, while all the time apologising for being so hard on her. He asked her back to his place, where he promised that he would make up for his rough treatment of her.
Once they were back at his flat, and had drunk a glass of wine, he ran his hand up her leg and asked her if she enjoyed kinky sex games. Jane was very adventurous, and asked what he had in mind. He said that he wanted to cane her (using a bamboo cane), before fucking her again. Jane (guessing that she had little choice in the matter), agreed to take the caning - but insisted that he must stop when she asked him to.
She was told to strip down to her stockings and suspenders, and lie on the bed – he caned her, front and back, across her thighs and arse, until she felt that she could take no more.
She asked him to stop, and after two more slashes, he told her to turn over, as he intended to finish the night with anal sex.
Jane knew that she could take no more of the cane and simply followed his instructions; she turned over and raised her buttocks - allowing him free access for his enjoyment.
He quickly took his pleasure, before allowing her to leave for home.
I fucked her repeatedly that night, telling her that I was pleased with her, and that I expected more adventures of this nature. In those days, she was a highly sexed young woman, and said that she would allow me to have her fucked, any way, and with anyone I wanted. She was held to this promise, repeatedly, throughout the following years.
We continued with our free and easy lifestyle, with Jane enjoying a variety of (mostly unremarkable), partners. I encouraged her to enjoy herself and always reassured her that I was perfectly happy with our, slightly unusual, lifestyle.
One evening, after a glass or two of wine, I told Jane that we were going out and that I wanted her fucked. By now she was no longer surprised by these demands, and simply put on stockings and suspenders, and a dress that could be lifted for easy access by whoever I chose to fuck her.
I told her that we would be going for a drink and that I would be driving home, leaving her to take a taxi.
I told her to choose an Asian driver and, if possible, have sex with him.
Jane agreed, but asked if a short skirt, with no underwear, might make her appear more available. I told her to get changed, and we set out to put my plan into action.
She returned home some two hours after I had left her - enough time to make me fairly sure that she had done as I wanted. Nevertheless, I asked her if she had been fucked, to which she arched her eyebrows and replied, ‘what do you think’.
I told her to bend over a chair and lifted her skirt – I ran my fingers over her wet pussy and distended arse, and asked what had taken her so long.
She told me that the taxi driver had opened the conversation by asking her where she had been. Jane replied that her husband had taken her out, but had dumped her, following a row. This was a green light to the Pakistani driver, who then asked her if she would like to come for a drink with him, assuring her that he would drop her home immediately afterwards.
Jane said yes, but never got the drink – she was taken to a remote spot where her new acquaintance pulled over and got in the back with her. With almost no preliminaries, he pulled her skirt up, indicated for her to make herself available, and fucked her.
He then asked if she would like to go back to his place for more, to which she said yes, but not for too long because her husband would be expecting her.
The taxi driver assured her that he would have her home by midnight, (a promise he kept), before driving off. After a drive of some twenty minutes, he pulled up at a house in a predominantly Asian part of town, and invited her in.
They went through to a sitting room and, after putting on some music, he offered her a glass of wine while thanking her for allowing him to bring her back to his home. Soon, he began to hold her closely and indicated that he was ready for more sex.
He asked her to lie down on the settee and, while all the time telling her how beautiful she was, and how grateful he was that she was allowing him to have sex with her, he mounted her. As he began to gently ride her he said something that turned this, fairly ordinary, situation (for us at least), into an extraordinary one.
He began to explain that his mother had died some years ago and that his father had recently arrived from Pakistan - he painted a picture of an old man, with no English and no friends, leading a lonely and sad existence. Jane had heard all sorts of ramblings, as men had sex with her, and let him babble on - that is - until he asked if she would do something for him.
Jane gave her stock answer when asked this question in the middle of sex, and, believing he wanted her to perform some kind of sex act, said ‘I will do anything you want’.
To her surprise, he withdrew, and got to his feet – he said ‘stay right where you are’ and left the room.
He returned, just a couple of minutes later, with a bearded, grey haired, old man in traditional Pakistani dress – Jane attempted to get up from the settee – she was naked but for her skirt, pushed up around her waist, and her stockings and suspenders – but her taxi driver friend begged her to remain where she was and allow his father to have sex with her.
He implored her to do this thing for him and that no one would ever know. He promised it would be very quick and that she could use his taxi, free of charge, anytime she wanted.
Jane, now recovered from her initial surprise, resignedly agreed, and asked how he wanted her.
After a rapid discussion in Urdu, Jane was instructed to stand up and bend over with her legs apart – she should hold on to the arm of the settee for support, and allow the father to access her from behind.
Jane followed his instructions allowing the old man to grab her hips and penetrate her as he stood behind her – he rode her in this position for some time, before saying something, in Urdu, to his son.
The taxi driver translated his request, which was for her to kneel, with her head on the settee and her buttocks in the air – she followed this command and the old man knelt behind her and resumed having sex. Just a short time elapsed before he withdrew and, leaning over her, bit her shoulder.
Jane yelped in pain from the bite, and then yelped again, as the old man simultaneously buggered her – he rode her anally for a few minutes, before stretching forward and biting her other shoulder – this time he simultaneously pushed into her - to the hilt - and ejaculated.
The old man then got to his feet, said something to his son, and left the room.
The taxi driver thanked Jane profusely and declared his undying gratitude for her generosity – he said he would take her home now and she could (once again), use his taxi, free of charge, at any time.
She thought that her, slightly unusual, night was over, as they got in the taxi and set off, but, within a few hundred yards of home, the driver pulled over and asked her for more sex – Jane pleaded with him, telling him that she might be recognised, and she was too close to home.
Unfortunately, he could not resist the opportunity to use her again, and persisted in his demands. Jane, eventually gave in, but told him that he must be quick.
He got in the back with her and told her to turn towards the window – he pulled up her skirt, exposing her bare buttocks, and pushed up tight behind her.
In this position - with Jane staring through the window at the passing traffic - he made her perform anal sex.
I had to fuck her immediately - even though she was sore.
Once I had finished, I promised to give her, much used body, a rest over the coming weeks.
I was keen to have her fully recovered before her next liaison.