We each felt very owned. By our second husbands. Even for lunch, we sat on our second husband’s lap, their cocks pushed into our cunts, not fucking, just existing, just being penetrated, just being filled. That’s why Helen and I had their cocks in our mouths whilst the other women were preparing food, to get the cocks hard enough to penetrate our cunts whilst we ate.
For most of lunch, Rose’s husband was firmly gripping one of my tits. I cut up his food to enable him to eat with just a fork in the other hand. The other women did the same. The whole lunch was lovely, a regular sort of chatty lunch you’d have with friends, between couples, only in this case, each man had their cock in another man’s wife’s cunt whilst they did it, each woman had a tit being gripped by a man that was not their husband. But it all felt so natural, so normal, so right.
After lunch, with their cocks still buried in our cunts, the men started talking about the night just gone, talking about our fuckings, our bodies, our orgasms, like we weren’t there. It felt quite demeaning at times, being discussed like we were elsewhere. There was so much intensity, so much sex, so many orgasms, so much connection, so much subservience, so much ownership. And this was only the beginning.
Then, it was the women’s turn, and everyone pretty much felt the same. Connected. Owned. By the intensity and relentlessness. In a community where all the women here were regularly fucked by all the men, it was hard to get that connection and ownership. But they managed it, and it was so overwhelming.
It was clear that the men wanted the second wives thing to be far more intense than the women expected, but now we felt it. We had already each got a far stronger bond with our second husbands than before (even Anna) and we were only half way through the bonding weekend.
At the natural end of the discussion, we were prepared for an afternoon out, firstly each wife licking their husband’s face clean of their second wives’ squirt and girl cum, an example of the wife being subservient to the second wife. The men quickly took a shower to clean up, and each woman was bent over the kitchen sink, her armpits were washed, and her hanging tits were subjected to a long totally unnecessary cycle of soapings and rinsings. Below the waist was messy, sticky, cummy and totally untouched by water. Our armpits and tits were thoroughly dried with towels, and then each of us had to bend over again to have a well-lubed butt plug inserted.
And very quickly, we realised these weren’t just regular butt plugs. Firstly, they were quite large, larger than the comfortable ones we each usually wore out and about, stretching our thoroughly overused assholes, but secondly, and most importantly, there was a weight inside the plug, a heavy ball-bearing that rolled around in the casing of the plug, each one of our movements caused it to slide, twisting and pulling on the plug from the inside.
Every single one of us women was well used to going out and about with a butt plug, but not one that would cause movement, give our assholes a workout from the inside. Our assholes were in for a long afternoon. And we were under instructions. We couldn’t take them out, no matter what. Only the men could do that.
So, with clean tits and armpits, with messy cunts and assholes, and with sizeable butt plugs with ball bearings inserted, we were dressed in only a sundress and shoes, and taken to the van. Then, as we were loaded into the van, our second husbands applied a clit clamp tightly to our poor abused clits. They were really squashing our clits, and with the movements in the butt plug, this afternoon would be a challenge. Far from being a few hours off, we would be very much sexually used throughout our afternoon of shopping in the city, whilst the men did something manly. Not sure what.
We women kissed a lot whilst we were around the city centre and had quick gropes of each other’s tits and asses, following instructions to make sure our nipples were kept hard and enormous, to make sure they were always on display through our dresses. But our cunts were left alone, left to recover for a few hours, messy and dripping a little as we were without the protection panties could have offered. Our clits, being viciously clamped, suffered, but kept us sexually on edge. Our assholes didn’t get a break either, being filled, stretched even for hours, the plug constantly moving as we walked, the ball bearing constantly shifting, a slightly uncomfortable reminder of our submissiveness, of our ownership, of our free-use. Still, it was lovely to have a break from actual fucking, for we all knew we’d be back at it that night.
When we returned to the van, the butt plugs were each removed, re-lubed and inserted into a different woman’s asshole. This was done slightly roughly. Because they could.
So, re-plugged, we were kissed and our tits mauled by our second husbands, our nipples once again worked to keep them hard and visible, and then we went to a different restaurant from the previous night.
Different restaurant, same table arrangement, same kissing, making out and masturbation arrangements, only this time, we were plugged as well and our clits were still clamped.
After the meal and back at the cottage, clits relieved at being freed from the clamps, assholes being released from the trauma of the ball bearing butt plug and whilst the rest of us women sat with our tits proud and our legs wide showing off our totally messy cunts, the men focussed on new girl Helen again.
Helen was laid on the table, ass slightly hanging off the edge of the table. Anna sat on her face (facing down her body) with her messy cunt pressed over Helen’s mouth, and grabbing on to Helen’s tits for support. Helen started licking, whilst her legs were bent back at the waist and being held by her shoulders (but wide of Anna) by Rose and Tanya, and my husband, his cock having been lubed by me, entered Helen’s freshly lubed asshole, and started fucking, slower but speeding up, his cock growing and getting harder, all the while he was kissing his second wife and gripping and pulling on her tits.
But before any of them came, they swapped people, another second couple taking over, a different cock this time in Helen’s cunt, a different cunt for Helen to lick, different women holding her feet and lubing the cock and asshole where needed. Again and again this happened, again and again they stopped before someone came. Then, at times, the dirty cock was inserted in her cunt, whilst everything else remained the same. Sometimes even, the cock started in her asshole, then switched to her cunt immediately. Helen didn’t care. She was overwhelmed, she was so not in control, and she was loving it.
This went on for hours. As the clocks started approaching eleven, the men decided to start cumming, two in her asshole (my husband and Anna’s), one with a dirty cock in her cunt (Rose’s) and then, for the pièce de résistance, where Helen was allowed to cum, her second husband (Tanya’s) was ploughing into her asshole, her husband then climbed onto her body, pushed his ass back into Tanya’s husband’s body, and then inserted his cock into her cunt. Helen’s first DP, completed with Rose, Helen’s husband’s second wife, having her cunt pushed over Helen’s mouth, Rose kissing her second husband and occasionally Helen’s. And they fucked until they came, all of them, even Rose. It was wonderful to watch, us women sitting in the arms of our second husbands, being gently masturbated as we watched.
All us women were so tired, and so it was time to head off with our second husbands in the bed arrangement from the previous day, but our second husbands still wanted to fuck, so fuck some more we did. Such is the life of a submissive.
But before we did, there was a small matter to clear up from the previous day. Rose and I both came without permission during our overnight ownership, and our second husbands both decided we needed a small, symbolic, proper punishment, to enforce our second husband’s ownership. I’ll be honest, it’s hard to punish subs like me and Rose, women who love being spanked, women who love having things like tawses and belts used on our asses. But they found something that really felt like a punishment. A riding crop (a real horse one) applied eight times in quick succession to each nipple and eight in quick succession to the clit, square on, fast, painful. Not enough to bruise, but enough for us to take heed, enough as a warning to the others, who were seated on their second husband’s lap as the audience, the second husband’s arms round their waist and semi-hard cocks in their cunts.
Rose and I drew lots. Rose went first. She stood, hands behind her head, and one at a time, her second husband picked up a tit (with a hand underneath it) and crisply, quickly, smacked the nipple with the head of the crop, eight times. By the time her second nipple received its eight, she was crying.
She was then arranged on the edge of the table, leant back with feet spread wide and placed up on chairs, giving him the perfect angle, giving him a lovely spread view. He made her use his fingers to clear her clit’s only protection, to reveal it by spreading her lips, and then, quickly and crisply in the same manner, he smacked her clit its eight times. Still crying, her face red, he sat down with her on his lap, arms round her waist, semi-hard cock in her cunt, snuggling and nuzzling her, comforting her whilst not touching her throbbing nipples or clit.
And then it was my turn. Hands behind my head, my second husband picked up my poor left tit. The eight strikes were applied quickly, but oh my god, the pain. I’m used to pain from my ass, I thrive on that spanking pain, but this was something else. It felt like a genuine punishment. That’s why we cried. And still crying after my right nipple received its eight, the pain in my nipples slowly turning into a dull throb, I was rearranged to make my clit into the target, my fingers removing its cover, its hardness betraying my arousal. The first crop strike on my clit was painful, the eight quickly and precisely delivered, and still crying, I too was held on his lap, comforted, snuggled and nuzzled with semi-hard cock in my cunt whilst my nipples and clit were left alone to their pain.
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