Message-ID: <11566eli$9805271522@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cwcobblest@aol.com (Cwcobblest) Subject: Hubby Humiliation Bonanza: "Barfly," part three Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998052402401200.WAA13697@ladder01.news.aol.com> "Barfly" Part Three (MmF, wimp husband) by c.w. cobblestone Needless to say, Ralph drove. Meanwhile, Rhonda and I were getting acquainted in the backseat. This woman sure knew how to make a man squirm. Poor ol' Ralph didn't know what he was missing! His wife was a tigress, jamming her hot tounge down my throat like her life depended on it, and sucking my tounge like it was a cock. It was all I could do to keep from ripping her dress off right there in the car! After about 20 minutes, we pulled into the driveway of a massive Tudor. This definitely wasn't skid row! I wasn't sure what city we were in - I was too busy in the backseat to notice where we were going - but I knew one thing: my original guess had been correct. Ralph was a rich old bastard! Ralph cut off the ignition, then jumped out of the car to hold the door open for us, just like a good chauffer should. After we got out, the old man rushed up to the front door of the house, unlocked it, and again held the door open for us. The house was breathtaking. It looked like something out of "Better Homes and Gardens," and I told Rhonda so. "Glad you like it," she said. "Ralphie here worked very hard to get me this house, didn't you, honey?" "Yes, Mistress," he answered. "Ralph's a stockbroker," Rhonda explained. "He makes me a lot of money, don't you, honey?" "Yes, Mistress." I wasn't surprised. In fact, nothing these people laid on me could shock me anymore. "So..." I surmised aloud, "Ralph makes a lot of money. And he likes to be your slave." I lowered my voice. "But you want more, don't you, Rhonda?" I was making my move now. "You need more than a slave and a house, don't you, Rhonda?" Now it was my turn to tease...my turn to take control. And that's exactly what this little bitch wanted. She reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Oh, yes...I want more...I want you, Jerry," she said as she rubbed her hand up and down my chest. "I want you now! Right now!" I forcefully grabbed her shoulders and brought her to me. I moved my hand up to her jaw and pried her mouth open. She offered no resistance. After gave her the most sensuous French-kiss I've ever given anyone in my life, I pulled away from her and studied her model-perfect features. I traced her lips with my finger. "You're such a sexy woman, Rhonda," I told her. "Such a sexy, sexy thing!" I looked over at her husband, who was sitting in an easy chair by the fireplace. "Ralph," I called to him sarcastically. "Look at your wife. Isn't she beautiful?" "Yes, sir, she's the most beautiful woman in the world," he answered sadly. "Too bad you can't give her what she needs, Ralphie," I continued. "Such a waste! Such a fucking waste! But don't worry: Jerry's gonna take care of everything!" Rhonda gave her husband a wicked stare. "Okay, asshole, we're done talking to you! Don't just sit there like a slug; go fetch us some drinks." "Yes, Mistress." By the time he got back with our refreshments, I had Rhonda's dress off and was playing with her bare boobs. Poor Ralph looked like he wanted to cry as he set our drinks onto the coffee table. "What do you say we take this party up to the bedroom?" Rhonda asked. "Sounds good to me," I said. "What about him?" I jerked my thumb at Ralph, who had again taken a seat in the easy chair. "What about him?" "Well...do you want him to watch?" I asked. "It's up to you," she replied. "Whatever you're comfortable with. I don't care if he watches or not, to tell you the truth." "Well..." I mused. "I've never done anything like this before...but it would be kind of a turn-on to have him watch." Rhonda turned to her husband. "You heard him, pea-dick: go up to the bedroom and wait for us!" Ralph bolted up and practically ran up the stairs. Rhonda and I relaxed and finished our drinks. Her attitude toward me had changed completely: at first, when I met her at the bar, she tried to come off like a cocky bitch. That was her way of warding off the wanna-be's, I guessed. She already had one wimp at home; she didn't need another one. But now that I'd established myself, she became totally docile. It was a sharp contrast to the bitchy way she treated her husband. She really made me feel like a king, hanging on my every word...stroking my chest affectionately...cooing in my ear... This woman needed the bone, and she needed it bad! After we finished our drinks, she led me by the hand up the stairs. The first thing I saw when I entered the bedroom was Ralph kneeling at the foot of the bed naked. His entire body was shaved - even his pubes - and he was wearing a garter belt and stockings. And he had on a wig and makeup! I cracked up as soon as I saw him. I couldn't help it; he looked so goddamn ridiculous kneeling there in drag, with his little dick poking out between the stockings. His weenie couldn't have been more than three inches long! "Damn, Rhonda, I can see what you mean about this guy," I said after I caught my breath. "He isn't exactly a stud, is he?" "Well, he has his merits," Rhonda bantered. "He may be lacking in the peter department - but he does know how to make me excited." "Oh?" I asked. "How's that?" "Well," she answered in her best 'Scarlet O'Hara' voice, "every time he brings me his paycheck, it just makes me want to cum!" We both died laughing. Then I pulled her onto the bed. While we wrestled around on the sheets, Ralph kept his eyes to the carpet and didn't say a word. I pinned Rhonda's shoulders to the mattress and looked at Ralph. "Well, Ralphie-boy...are you ready to watch me do your wife?" I asked him. "Y-yes, sir." His lips barely moved. "Well, then, get over here and take off her panties," I ordered. Damn! When did I get so kinky? Ralph sadly got up to obey my command. He slipped his wife's lace panties down her legs, exposing her neatly-trimmed blonde bush. Rhonda spread her legs and started playing with her pussy. "Look, Ralph, I'm all wet for him," she said as she effortlessly inserted two fingers into her hole. She then pulled her fingers out and held them under her husband's nose. "T-thank you, Mistress! Thank you!" the fool cried as he started frantically smelling his wife's fingers. Rhonda wiped her wet fingers right on his nose. "That'll give you something to think about while you watch a real man in action!" she said with a giggle. All this was turning me on immensely. I pushed Ralph out of the way. "Go back and kneel at the foot of the bed, sissy," I instructed. "And watch real close - there might be a test later!" With that, I began my task of tearing Rhonda a new asshole. I was so horny, I would've wore her out even if she was an ugly woman. But that certainly wasn't the case! As I looked down and saw her rolling her head back and forth, her golden hair cascading on the satin pillows, it was all I could do to keep from cumming. I started long-dicking her and that was all it took for her to let loose. She dug her nails into my back and screamed so loud it hurt my ears. I'm no slouch in the sack, but I'd never made a woman cum like that! I wasn't far behind. The harder I fucked her, the harder her tits bounced back and forth. I looked over my shoulder at Ralph. He wasn't even watching us - he just knelt there staring at the carpet with a single tear running down his rouged cheek. I turned back to Rhonda. She'd noticed me looking at her husband, and she peered up at me with an evil smile on her lips. That wicked smile took me over the edge. I pulled out my dick and shot cum all the way up to the pillows. One squirt actually hit Rhonda right in the nose, and we both laughed about it as I came down from my incredible orgasm. Then I fell down on top of her and started nuzzling her hair. It smelled so clean...so fresh...like spring...flowers... ...I awoke with a start. At first I wasn't sure where I was. It was still dark outside. Then I looked at Rhonda. I was still holding onto her. I must've fell asleep, I thought, as I watched her rhythmic breathing. Now that I'd regained my senses, I realized that Ralph was still kneeling at the foot of the bed! Holy shit! It must've been close to 7 in the morning - he'd been kneeling there for about four hours! God! This guy was so pussywhipped, he couldn't even go to bed until his wife gave him permission! And, since she fell asleep with me, he stayed there! I caught eye-contact with him. He looked at me with eyes so sad, I don't even know how to describe them. It made me feel so powerful. I knew I could've allowed him to go on to bed, since his wife had forgotten about him. But what fun would that be? I didn't say a word. I just snuggled back up to his wife, blew him a kiss, then drifted off to sleep again. THE END! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----