This is the seventh chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem I submitted suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I am grateful that my wife loves me enough to exercise the total control over me tha...
PART VI – Wendy's confession. We had a very quiet dinner that evening. There was clearly a lot of tension in the air. Tom's wife, Kylie, and I tried to avoid eye contact, afraid we would give away our tryst. Tom and my wife, Wendy, were quiet as well. After dinner, we each headed off to bed, I asked Wendy what was the "thing you and Tom were talking about...
MONDAY, JANUARY 4, 2010. "A friend of mine is organizing a private party in here, a sort of reunion for his old school pals, many of who he hasn't seen for years. You'll be concealed in the Priest's Hole throughout," Max told me while showing me the clearing up that needed doing in Function Room One, a regular job nowadays. I was wondering what the point o...
Robert was standing behind my wife rubbing the lotion in firmly. Her legs were spread with her feet set about a foot apart. Her white thong was not visible as it was buried deep between her curvy cheeks. The micro bikini became visible where the top of her crotch started. Although it covered most of the entrance to her welcoming hole, it was so small both li...
My wife Jo had been suffering with a bad back for weeks. She works as a doctor and many of the procedures she has to carry out on patients require her to stand up for hours at a time. A couple of moths ago she fell off a horse on an activity holiday we were on. And she's never fully recovered. Urged on by my insistence to get her back checked out properly...
Sometimes the sights aren't made of stone... A month before they left for another of their European trips, she asked if her friend could join them. "She and her husband are fighting again and she needs to get away for a while. Plus, she's my friend. Would you mind?" He thought about it for a few moments. Her friend was smart but liked to act as dumb as a b...
Chapter 2: The Party On the drive home from our first swinging experience, I worried that my wife and I would never be able to have "regular" sex again. Would every experience have to top the one before? That would sure put the pressure on being creative. I needn't have worried. Both my wife and I had sex with others before we met each other. That's nor...
On Sunday morning I awoke to find myself alone in the bed. I sat up and my head protested by exploding. Well, not literally, but that's what it felt like. Thinking how much I hated hangovers, I stumbled into the bathroom and downed some aspirin. Resisting the urge to go back to bed I made my way downstairs to find my wife Jolene in the kitchen drinking a cup...
I still do not know why I did it. It might have just been some kind of gut instinct, but I think that it was more than that. Looking back, I guess there must have been some signs of what was going on, that I picked up on in my subconscious, and that was why I checked the laundry basket for the first time in our marriage. My wife was in the shower. Maybe tha...
April 3 Jo had been singing it for days and it was driving me mad! "It's all about the bass, about the bass..." On and on she went until finally I screamed: "Enough already!" "Oh hubby. Do you not like my song?" "Well, I like the way you move to the song." Jo looked hot swinging her big sexy curvaceous ass in a short micro skirt and flicking it up occasi...