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April's Story Ch. 01

Note: This is the first episode in a series entitled "April's Story". This story is the fourth part of a four part series. The first three parts: "Brenda and Bobby", "Sandra and Stevie" and "Roxanne and Willie" have already been posted on this site.

"April's Story" can be read and enjoyed on its own, but you will know more about the characters if you go back and read the other three stories first.

The story will be presented as a serial. I plan to post one to three episodes per week until it is completed

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.


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Prologue

I'm Dr. Richard Norman. Everyone calls me Ricky. I'm not a medical doctor, I'm an English professor. I teach English Literature and Composition at Maple Hills Community College. Just over a year ago I met and married Julie Gordon. Julie was one of my students. Julie introduced me to her close friends, Sandra Monroe and Stevie Wagner.

Of course if you have been following these stories you already know all that.

You also know that Julie and I live in a group, we call it a family. Our family is made up of six couples. The family owns two houses that are adjacent to each other. Three couples live in each house. Julie and I live with Sandra and Stevie and Roxanne Mitchell and Willie Oliver. The other house is occupied by Brenda Adams and Bobby Franklin, Madeline Conrad and Jamal Wright and April Hansen and Mark Peters.

All of the women in the group are hot wives. They openly date other men. All of the husbands but one are submissive cuckolds. Our wives love us very much, but they tease us, humiliate us, torment us, and make us live as their slaves. They do it because it excites them, they're all just a little sadistic. But that's not the only reason they do it. They also do it because they know we love every minute of it. We're masochists and we're proud of it. The five of us think of ourselves as the as the luckiest men in the world.

Jamal Wright, who is engaged to Maddie Conrad is the one male in the household who is not a submissive cuckold. Jamal is more like a hot husband. He and Maddie both openly play around. We five cuckolds are not allowed that freedom. We're expected to remain unceasingly faithful to our philandering wives.

Since Jamal is not a submissive cuckold, he is also not a slave. The five of us are expected to do all of the household chores. Jamal and our wives rarely do any housework.

All of us either have careers or go to school. We don't really have to, the family shares a multi million dollar fortune that was made in the stock market. We work at our jobs or go to school because we believe it's healthy. We also think its a good way for our wives to meet men.

The newest members of our family are Roxanne and Willie. When your wife openly sleeps with other men, problems sometimes crop up in your marriage. That just happened to Roxanne and Willie.

They were separated for four days. Yesterday all of us helped to get them back together again.

Last night we all met in the parlor at Brenda, Maddie and April's house. Their parlor doubles as the family meeting room. Willie, whose cuckold name is Peewee, wanted to tell us about a traumatic event from high school. That event still haunts him today.

After PW (that's short for Peewee) told his story, everyone started to tell stories from their own past. It turned into a wonderful evening. We all learned a lot about each other and became closer as friends and family members.

At the end of the evening the only one who hadn't told a story was April Hansen. April is a beautiful blond who's married to Mark Peters. When April started telling her story she broke down in tears. We told her that she didn't have to tell a story, but she insisted. She felt it was important for us to hear it.

Since she was so upset, we decided that it would be better for her to wait until this evening to tell her story.

Stevie Wagner, who is a wonderful cook just made us a delicious steak dinner. After dinner, we cuckolds cleaned up the kitchen while Jamal and our wives drank sherry and relaxed in the living room.

Once the chores were done, all of us moved into the parlor. The parlor is a classic old room. PW thinks it looks like something out of an Agatha Christie Mystery.

As I looked around, I had to agree with him. It is a magnificent room. The woodwork is all dark mahogany, the floor is covered by a large oriental rug and the windows are draped with plush red velvet curtains. At one end of the room a small fire is burning in a large mahogany paneled fire place. There are six dark brown leather love seats arranged in a semicircle in front of the fireplace.

Each couple has their own love seat.

On some evenings we have what we call date night. On date nights our wives invite other men for dinner. Our wives and their dates sit at the dining room table and talk and flirt with each other while we cuckolds serve them a five course dinner.

After dinner our wives and their men retire to this room. Here they sit on these love seats and kiss and fondle each other while we bring them after dinner drinks. Once they've had a chance to relax and digest their dinner, our wives and their men retire to private rooms. There they spend the rest of the evening enjoying the pleasures usually reserved for a husband and wife.

Tonight the parlor was being used for its other purpose, a family meeting. Tonight we occupied the love seats with our wives. Tonight our wives were cuddled up to us rather than to other men.

Once we were all seated Brenda looked at April. "Honey do you feel up to doing this tonight?"

April nodded and grabbed her husband Mark's hand. She continued to hold onto his hand as she started her story.

"April's Story"

All through high school I was the perfect teenage daughter. You know what I mean. I played volleyball, basketball and softball. I studied the piano, maintained an A average in school, obeyed my parents, followed their curfews, went to church every Sunday and most important of all I was a virgin.

In high school I always had a boyfriend. That was important. You needed someone to take you to the dances and parties.

Those poor guys, I feel sorry for them now. I was an ice queen. If I dated a guy for a month and he took me to a big dance, I might let him get my bra off and fondle my breasts; but that was it. I think I was the cause of a lot of cases of blue balls when I was in high school.

In college, I picked up right where I left off in high school. The first thing I did was find a boyfriend.

I went to Kelroy. It was an expensive private college. There were lots of rich kids there. I wasn't one of them. My father was a teacher. He was a wonderful man and we always had food on the table, but we weren't wealthy. I was able to go to Kelroy because they gave me a full academic scholarship.

When I started as a freshman I was a little overwhelmed by the rich fraternity boys. My first boyfriend, Brad Stewart was one of those guys. He was a sophomore. He was very cute. He was a fraternity stud. He drove a Porsche. All the girls in the dorm envied me because I was dating him.

There were a lot of rich fraternity guys like Brad at Kelroy. I later discovered that most of them were stuck up assholes.

I turned 19 in October. Brad took me out for pizza for my birthday dinner. It wasn't fancy. I didn't care. We were young, pizza was a big favorite for both of us.

As soon as we were done eating we went back to Brad's fraternity house. His roommate was at home for the weekend. We had the room to ourselves.

Brad and I had been making out since we started dating, but that was all we were doing. He was pressuring me hard to go further. I don't respond well to people who put pressure on me to do anything. I never have. I'm pretty independent. If it had just been Brad trying to talk me out of my panties, I'd probably still be a virgin today.

It was the girls in my dormitory that got me thinking about going all the way. In my dorm I heard all kinds of stories about the wonders and excitement of sex. Every night girls came back from dates talking about sucking cocks and getting laid. I was starting to feel funny about still being a virgin. It seemed like I was the only one in the school. The afternoon of my birthday, I made the decision that I was going to change all that. That night I was going to lose my virginity.

Brad had a bottle of vodka and some orange juice in his room. We sat on his bed and drank screwdrivers. I'd never done much drinking. The screw drivers went down very easy.

It wasn't long before I had a nice warm feeling from the alcohol. I wasn't drunk, but I was very relaxed. When Brad kissed me I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue. A tingle of excitement rippled through me when he put his hand on my breast. In the past alarms always went off in my head when a guy did that. I was afraid to let go. I was scared that things might get out of hand. But not tonight, tonight I wanted things to get out of hand. Tonight I wanted to go all the way.

I gently removed Brad's hand from my breast. He started to protest. He thought I was stopping him. I wasn't. Instead I stood up and stared into his eyes while I slowly pulled my top over my head. His protest quickly turned to an expression of dumbfounded amazement.

I wasn't wearing a bra. Brad's eyes focused on my bare breasts. All of you have seen me naked. You know I'm not exactly buxom. It wasn't like he was looking at a set of double D's. I'm a B. Still, this was the first time that Brad saw my breasts. This was the first time that any guy saw my breasts.

Brad was speechless. I found myself enjoying this. I grinned at him, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My entire body tingled as I stood in front of him wearing nothing but my underpants.

He was now completely flustered. It was obvious that he didn't know what to do. I smiled. This was the first time I understood the power a woman's naked body has over a man.

I'd already made the decision that I was going to let Brad fuck me that night. I didn't need flowers and candy and I wasn't looking for a seduction. I wanted action. I may have been a virgin, but I wasn't a dainty little flower. I was an all state guard on my high school basketball team. I was a strong young woman. When I decided I wanted to do something, I did it.

I looked into Brad's eyes, lasciviously licked my lips and wiggled my hips while I slowly slid my panties down to my ankles and kicked them off.

Brad took a deep breathe when he saw my naked cunt. My mother was Swedish, my father was Danish. I'm a natural blond. Before I started shaving my pubic hair it was thin and wispy. He could easily see my pussy lips.

As I stood naked in front of this boy, I realized that I wasn't shy or ashamed. In fact I was excited. I loved letting him see my body. That was the moment I realized that I was an exhibitionist.

Brad stood up, took me in his arms and kissed me. At the same time he placed his hand on my left breast and started rolling my nipple between his fingertips.

I'd spent much of the day fantasizing about this moment and now it was here. I knew what I wanted. I had an agenda. The first part of my agenda was very simple. I wanted to feel a cock, see a cock, touch a bare cock and most of all I wanted to try sucking a cock.

I placed my right hand on Brad's crotch and felt his erect penis. It was trapped along the left leg of his snug fitting jeans. I could hear him gasp and hold his breath when I traced the outline with my fingers.

I dropped to my knees and unbuckled Brad's belt. He just smiled at me. It was a big stupid puppy dog grin. I think he was so excited about what was happening that he was incapable of any other reaction.

I opened Brad's jeans and lowered them to his his ankles. His boxer shorts went down at the same time. His penis sprang to attention as soon as it was freed from its denim prison. I held it in my hands and took a moment to study it. Brad didn't care. He just kicked off his jeans, sat down on the edge of the bed, lay back and closed his eyes. I think he would have been happy to let me play with his cock for as long as I wanted.

Cocks are really quite amazing things. They're kind of like collapsible tools. When they aren't needed, they get soft and little so they can be easily stored. When they are needed they quickly morph into big menacing serpents that stand straight up and arrogantly challenge you to combat.

As I inspected Brad's cock I decided it really wasn't all that scary. In fact it reminded me of a bald headed soldier standing at attention. I giggled to myself as I kissed its cute little mouth. After that I couldn't resist temptation any longer and started licking my soldier's belly.

Brad sighed when he felt my tongue dancing along the underside of his erect penis. It was immediately obvious that he enjoyed this. I smiled to myself. I'd just completed lesson number one in learning how to give a blow job. The underside of a guy's cock is very sensitive.

I closed my eyes and took a moment to enjoy the thrill of licking Brad's erection. When I got to the spot right under the head I did a little swirl with my tongue. Brad gasped. I smiled. Lesson number two, the spot right under the head of a penis is even more sensitive.

While I played with Brad's cock I started to build my courage. The girls in the dorm all talked about sucking cocks. I wanted to try it, but to do that I had to put this thing in my mouth. I was a little worried that I might gag. I took a deep breath and parted my lips.

I know there are many girls that don't like to give blow jobs. If they do it at all, they do it as a duty. As soon as I put Brad's penis in my mouth I realized that I wasn't one of those girls. It felt wonderful. I wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock and massaged his balls with my other hand while I sucked on that marvelous head. I didn't have to think about any of this, it just came naturally.

For the next few minutes I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet sensation of sucking Brad's cock. It reminded me of making out with a guy only this was a much more intimate act.

I could have spent the entire evening giving Brad a blow job, but that wasn't the plan. I still had my agenda and the primary item on that agenda was losing my virginity. I wasn't going to get that done by sucking his cock.

I got up on the bed and lay down next to Brad. He climbed on top of me and pressed his lips against mine. For a moment we kissed passionately and then Brad reached down and spread my legs apart.

He got on his knees and pushed the head of his cock against the lips of my cunt. At the same time he said, "April relax, you're going to enjoy this."

I took a deep breath and said, "Brad go slow, I'm a virgin."

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain. I'd heard lots of stories about how much it hurt the first time you did it. After a moment I felt Brad enter me and stop. My hymen must have been blocking him.

"Push hard Brad. Just do it. I really want you to. Don't worry, I'll be okay."

He pushed a little bit harder and suddenly his cock popped into me. There might have been a moment of pain, but it wasn't very intense. I'd played a lot of sports in my life. I was always a reckless athlete and I constantly got hurt. I'd endured pain that was far worse than the minor discomfort that I just felt.

And the pleasure that followed the pain was magnificent. Fucking was wonderful. I closed my eyes and grinned as I enjoyed the divine sensation of Brads cock sliding in and out of sopping wet cunt.

I closed my eyes and let Brad fuck me for several minutes. Again, I could have gone on all night; but not on this night. I still had one more item on my agenda. I wanted to taste semen.

I looked up at my boyfriend. All of his attention was focused on pumping his cock in and out of my cunt.

He saw me looking at him and smiled at me.

I smiled back and said, "Brad, I want to make you cum by sucking you."

This was a very popular suggestion. Brad immediately pulled his cock out of my cunt and lay down on his back.

I sat up and put his cock back in my mouth. I jacked him off while I sucked him. I worked quickly, my goal was to make him cum. Brad was a healthy 20 year old guy and he was highly aroused. It took less than a minute before he started to ejaculate.

I would later learn to recognize the signs of a building orgasm, but on that night I was a novice. The first spurt of semen took me completely by surprise. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat.

It wouldn't be long before I learned to love the taste of a man's cum, but it is definitely an acquired taste and this was my first experience. As Brad ejaculated into my mouth it took every bit of self control I had to keep from gagging again. The taste and consistency of semen was something I was going to have to get used to.

The volume of semen that he produced was another issue. I had a mouthful of cum and I wasn't sure what to do with it. I'm now proud to say that I opted for the solution that every good hot wife should take. I swallowed it.

I snuggled up next to Brad. I definitely wasn't done. I was of hoping for an encore performance. As I lay next to him I was disappointed when I realized that he was asleep.

I enjoyed fucking Brad and would have loved fucking him again, but I had no interest in sleeping with him. I quickly put my clothes on and slipped out of his fraternity house.

I ran straight back to my dorm. I was excited. I wasn't the only virgin at Kelroy anymore. I just got done sucking a guys cock and letting him fuck me. I had stories to tell tonight and I was excited about telling them.

I opened the door to my room. Mandy, my roommate was lying on her bed reading a mystery novel. As I walked in she put her book down and said, "You're home early. Did you have a nice birthday date with Brad?"

I tried being nonchalant. "Oh it was okay."

"Did you go back to his room?"

"Oh yes, I certainly did."

"So tell me, did anything happen?"

I had my back to her. As calmly as I could I said, "Not much." And then I spun around and blurted out, "I just sucked his cock and let him fuck me."

Mandy jumped up and screamed "Shut up! You didn't."

I giggled and said "Yes I did."

Mandy grabbed me and pulled me over to her bed. "Sit down. Tell me everything that happened. I want to hear every little detail."

As we were sitting down three more girls opened the door and came in. One of them asked, "Whats all the screaming about?"

"April just lost her virginity."

The three new girls screamed and jumped on the bed. "We want to hear everything."

By the time I was halfway through my story there were eleven girls in the room. Someone produced a bottle of cheap wine. We all stayed up until 3:00 am drinking wine and talking about sex.

I was happy that I finally had something to add to the conversation.
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