Message-ID: <29931asstr$987790204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010420002551.13820.00000246@ng-cj1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern 2/9 TG femdom F/m M/M wife Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 14:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates New TG: Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern, 2/9 femdom, F/m, M/M, wife ii. Her shoulders slumped, and suddenly her voice sounded pitiable, near weeping. "This was a surprise! A birthday surprise!" she said. "You didn't figure it out? You didn't know? They didn't tell you?" The full meaning of the last half-hour began to dawn on me. My face was coated with stiffening cum. I didn't dare move. She still straddled my chest. I was still tied up, trussed outstretched to the bed. I couldn't move anyhow. "Instead, you surprised me! Have you done this often before? How often?" "No, Becky, no! Never!" I was appalled. "I can't ever know that now!" "Becky, you've got to believe me! "No, Tim, I don't have to believe you. And in fact I don't believe you! You just fucked another woman, didn't you! A total stranger! Didn't you? You couldn't wait to stick it into her! You were eager! You ...! Well, you just wait here!" All this in my wife's voice, Becky's voice, spoken through the surprised, cocksucking mouth of the blonde whore sitting on my chest. She suddenly dismounted, got off me and the bed, and disappeared from my line of sight. Completely naked, still wearing that mask, she left the room. I heard the door slam. I strained at my bonds. Nothing. I felt awful! How could I be in this terrible situation? How did she get here? How did I get here? Was this her idea? Whose idea was it? I felt terrible. And it came to me. No, it was not her idea. It was Kevin and Marshall's idea! They'd put her up to it! They were out to ace me once and for all! Out to ruin my life, my wife, my marriage, my career. They'd set me up, and set Becky up too! But what could I do? Where was she? The dim light outside the window grew a little brighter. Maybe an hour passed. Maybe more. I heard a door slam, and I looked up to see Becky walking toward me, walking strangely, her thighs tight closed and rubbing together. No mask, and a determined expression on her little-girl face. With a sudden swift move she mounted my face again. "Your friends tell me that my husband is an old customer here," she said. "That you come here often and boast about it at the office." She clamped her pussy onto my face again. "That's it, baby," she said in that hoarse whore's whisper I'd heard earlier. "Suck me! Lick me! Swallow it all down!" Again there was a warm bitter salty trickle, but then globs and blebs and rivers of gummy stuff began to pour out of her and into my mouth. Again I had to swallow to keep from choking or drowning in it! My God! Cum! It really was cum! But this time not mine! Some other man's? Whose? Again her rhythmic rocking as she rubbed her clit on my nose became a writhing, and she began to shriek "Suck! Lick! Swallow, dammit!" into the air and finally up at the ceiling. Once again she tensed rigid, and more massive gouts of viscous gloop squeezed out of her, slid from her pussy into my mouth. And then more! She orgasmed and orgasmed! Again I swallowed everything that came out of her, all of it, and I gulped air and then more cum! Then again she relaxed and slumped over onto me. The enormity of what I had just done dawned on me. My "friends" she called them. Kevin? Marshall? Still here? Their cum? I'd had to swallow their cum or else drown in it? I felt enraged and humiliated simultaneously. They'd beaten me! No, it was worse! Their cum had been inside my wife's pussy! They'd fucked my wife! And then I'd swallowed everything they'd pumped into her, as if I approved! Almost as if I'd sucked cum directly out of their cocks! Only worse! They'd cuckolded me! She shifted position onto her knees, and settled back down and squeezed yet again, and more of their excretions trickled into my mouth. It seemed to be endless, that pouring and dribbling and dripping and glopping! But what could I do? I sucked and licked and lapped and wiped and swallowed and felt grateful to breathe. It no longer seemed to matter. Finally one last time she opened her thighs and I gasped air. My face was now coated thick, my eyelids and mouth sticky with fresh and partly dried, gummy cum. There was cum in my ears, and a thick pomade of cum clotted my hair. I saw that she was looking down at me dispassionately. Her own face looking down at me. Not that obscene mask with its feigned wide-eyed innocence, but Becky's own face, and I saw that her expression was now ... relaxed. Quite comfortably ... calm! She handed me a towel. I reached for it and I realized that now I could, my hands were free. She must have undone my bonds during that last frenzied smearing and squashing of my face under her slimy bottom. "Here, wipe your face and get dressed, Tim. Time to go home! Your clothes are over on that chair." "What have you done?" I asked her, appalled. "It's what you've done, mister. And I'm not done yet! Don't think otherwise for a moment!" "Who were they? Those men? Were they...?" She was silent. Then "Yes. Your friends. The two men who came here with you. Who else?" I got even more fearful! "They set me up! I was drunk. They were supposed to take me home!" "And now you're taking them home, little man, aren't you! All that sperm spewed into me and dripped into you, all that semen I squeezed out of their pricks is now swallowed down snug and safe and warm in my Tiny Tim's tummy. You're taking the most essential part of them home to share our bed with us. The rest of them left about ten minutes ago I'd guess, when I told them the fun was over for now. I was shocked, still. "For now?" "You heard me. And don't let me hear excuses like that again, 'they set me up.' You did what you did all by yourself!" It struck me -- "Why did you call me that?" She glanced at me and said nothing. "That name. You called me 'Tiny Tim'!" "That's what they called you. Your two friends. While we were warming up your snack." "But why did you just call me that?" I dreaded to hear her answer. "Just now! 'Tiny Tim!' You've never called me that before!" A faint look of annoyance. "Oh, don't be obtuse, Tim! You know perfectly well why! What's just happened! I've just been fucked by two men ! I wanted to cram your infidelity to me down your throat, and for that I needed cum, and your Kevin and Marshall were delighted to oblige! I'm very familiar with the size of your penis, how it barely gets into me! Well, I happened to notice their sizes while I was harvesting their cum with my pussy! A girl can't help but notice the difference! I mean, it took them longer just to slide all the way into me than it takes you to poke in, jiggle, cum, and then flop out! I was near despair! "Do you know something, Tiny? I had to use both hands on those things to get them aimed toward my opening, and then I had to force them in! Slowly. They were thicker than my wrist, both of them! When they were finally crammed into me I couldn't move! And long? When those massive things began to push in and pull back out, my God how it felt! Did you know, when they were buried in me crotch to crotch, I could feel them bump and rub on something way deep inside me I didn't even know was there! A glory spot where you've never been! I got this intolerable yearning for more, and it drove me wild until I got more! I got more each time they slid out and then pushed back in!" There was nothing I could say. "So do you really want to know why now I call you 'Tiny', Tiny Tim? I don't think so, honey! Are you ready to go home now? Or do you want to wallow some more in your humiliation?" I felt utterly defeated. Somehow as guilty as she thought me. Grasping at the stair railing as we descended to the now-deserted reception room with the thick carpets and all those soft chairs, where I'd seen all those masked naked women lounging about. Becky must have been one of them -- and saw me come in. Out we went into the early morning light. Out to the car, Becky's car. She'd driven it here herself. How did she know to come here? Grasping at straws, I asked "They didn't recognize you, did they? Kevin and Marshall? I mean, did they know you were my wife? Not one more whore? Did you keep your mask on?" Her glance was contemptuous. "Kevin brought me here! I followed his car! Of course they both knew who I was! They set up this little birthday treat for you last week, and they clued me in and swore me to secrecy." "They didn't tell me you'd be here," I said lamely. But I realized that in her eyes that only made it worse. Me whoring around while I thought my wife was home. "Sure, when I came into their room to reload my pussy I still wore my mask. The rubber lips on those masks do save wear and tear on your lips when you're warming a man up, getting him stiff with a preliminary blow job." I grasped at the thinnest of straws. "If you were wearing your mask, how did they know who you were when they were fucking you? And did you tell them what you meant to do with their cum? I mean, did they know you meant to sit on my face?" I stopped, then went on. "To make me eat it?" "Oh God, Tim, you're pathetic! Of course they knew! I fucked them gladly, gratefully, and barefaced -- I had to take off my mask when I was cramming and squeezing them into me, so I could see what I was doing with those massive pieces of meat! Of course they knew who I was! In fact when I told them why I wanted their semen, why I wanted each of them to fuck me twice so I'd be really juicy, they thought it was hilarious! Laugh? While they were waiting to recover for the second round they made up all sorts of jokes about you. Like, it was a whole new way for someone to get sloppy seconds. Like, if you got pregnant you'd never know which of them was the father! I think that gave them a little extra incentive, so they got harder faster. You know how it is!" I could say nothing. I swallowed. Their taste was still in my mouth. She seemed to forget who I was for a moment as we stood alongside the car. "You know, Tim," she said meditatively, as if I were some girlfriend she was confiding in, not her husband at all. "They really were great, those guys! They're enormous -- I've never felt so full in my whole life. But their moves are so completely different, did you know that? One's of them does quick probes, in-out-in-out, slamming into me over and over real fast. The other one moves so slowly, like a trucker backing a semi into a loading dock, then pulling forward to back in again." She looked at me meaningfully. "You could learn a lot from those two." She paused. Then added, "And believe me, you will." "What do you mean by that?" I asked her. She was talking crazy. How should I know how those fuckers fuck? Why should I want to know? "I mean don't think this is the end of it! It's only the beginning. You ready? Get in the car. I'll drive." This all seemed so unfair! We drove in silence for a while. Then came my outburst. "Becky, I didn't do anything! I didn't mean to do anything! I was drunk! They brought me here! I was tied up! And anyhow I've only had sex with my own wife and with no one else! You think you're the injured party, but you've just had sex with two other men! Think how I feel about that! How humiliating it is! And you've humiliated me even more by making me ... eat them! And they know! I can't ever face them now! Think of the gloating! Think how they'll crow about it, tell everyone! How can I face anyone ever again? I'll have to quit and find work somewhere else, that's punishment enough for my not doing anything! I'm thinking that maybe I should leave you for what you just did! But dammit, It isn't your fault! They tricked you too! Tricked you to get at me. And they even got to fuck you in the bargain!" She pulled off the road and turned off the engine, and then turned to stare at me. I stared back at her. She waited a moment. Then she spoke in steely, measured tones. "Let's leave out what they told me, that you're a regular at that ... establishment. Let's forget who's responsible, I'll check that out. Let's just stay with what I saw. What I saw and what I know is that you were unfaithful to me as far as you were concerned and you loved it! Don't deny it, I was there! I came in to give you your birthday surprise and there you were all primed and ready and eager to fuck the first woman who came along! I thought at first you knew who I was, that you'd gotten into the spirit of it! I thought maybe you were helping me make the scene so we could both have fun!" She stopped a moment and looked away, trying to catch her breath and control her rising indignation. "But you didn't! That isn't how it worked out! You just lay there like a plucked rooster and you gave your cock to the first naked female to climb aboard! To a whore! You begged for a whore to fuck you, a total stranger! I wasn't your wife then, and you know it! You wanted to fuck that whore! And you did fuck her! You sinned in your heart and mind and will and act! And it was a sin of desire! You wanted to, badly, oh how badly! Don't deny it, I was there!" She glared at me, her eyes now white hot! I couldn't deny it. Any of it. "As for me going into their room and fucking them, your Kevin and Marshall, you think that was for your reasons, because I wanted to? Because I was hot for their bodies? You think I let them stretch out my cunt just for the thrill of it? You think I wasn't furious with you, blind with rage, absolutely determined to get even? For all you know, I didn't want to, I had to! You made me! And maybe that even increases my resentment of what you've done, because look what you made me do! Right? Doesn't it? Shouldn't it? Answer me!" Her voice had picked up, fueled now by angry recollection of deep injury. This was not a moment to oppose her. "Yes," I said, dispirited. "You want to leave me, good! Go! You're a loser! You're so gutless you want to quit your job just because two men played a little practical joke on you. Because they outsmarted you! Right now I wouldn't mind at all if you walked out on me! I've got a whole new feeling about what's out there for me when I'm not bound to you any more. Vastly bigger cocks, much more interesting men attached to them. Different moves! Better lovers! Smarter men -- they sure outsmarted you, that's what you just told me!" From me, not a word! "In fact, Tim, since you threaten to leave me, let's understand this! I'm taking you at your word! All this coming week I'm going to check out what it would be like if you left me. If I didn't feel bound to you. You first? Well, now it's my turn! I want to know what it feels like not being married to you, not feeling obliged! Feeling really free! Then we'll both see what we'll do!" She paused and considered what she'd just said. Then she added, "That's what I mean to do. You've had your turn, so you stay married. I'm a single woman this week! If you don't want to go along with that, go do what you like!" She restarted the car and we drove in silence for a while. As so often when we quarreled, whenever I defended myself I made a bad situation worse. Now I had to think. From her point of view she was justified, I could see that. She felt deeply hurt. I'd hurt her badly, never mind that I didn't mean to, didn't even know it. I'd been unfaithful to her and all the while she was right there watching it happen! How must she have felt? This was something she had to work out of her system. As for my leaving her, I certainly didn't want to end years of our marriage, our previous good years and our potential future good years, all because of only one night. Because of one night's trickery by my supposed colleagues -- that would really declare them the winners. Or even only one week out of a whole lifetime, if she really means to be a free agent for a whole week, to take a week to unload all her accumulated resentment. I tried to say something conciliatory. "I appreciate it, that you wanted to give me oral sex again, Becky. I really do appreciate it. It was a wonderful birthday gift. I know how you haven't wanted my face anywhere near your pussy the last couple of years. I remember the night you told me you couldn't respect me if I stuck my head in your crotch before we made love." Without taking her eyes off the road she said, "I wasn't wrong about that. But you know something, Tim? I was wrong not to want it this way." "What way?" "With you tied up! It's great! Feeling you under me helpless, drinking me, sucking me, licking up whatever I've got inside me, whatever I feel like feeding you, the same way a child eats his dinner. Slurping and swallowing all those juices for dear life, no matter what. Fighting for air, terrified I might let you choke to death under me. I especially liked it the second time, when you knew it wasn't your cum, that it was some other man's, but you had to eat me anyhow and you knew it, that you were swallowing some other man's cum as surely as if you were sucking his cock and he was squirting it into your mouth! I loved that feeling, I loved turning this man beneath me into a second hand pansy that way. Even better, I loved it that you knew that for all that sperm to be there, I'd just fucked another man. I loved it that you had to clean me up after another man had fucked me. Make it more convenient for her to fuck other men, make her love it all the more by getting her off with your mouth! You did get me off, you know. I loved it!" Once again I knew I should never have asked. She warmed to the topic. "What a sense of power that gave me, feeling you gripped firmly under my cunt by my thighs, seeing your eyes looking up at me and pleading for your life, begging for air! At that moment I felt no more for you than I'd feel for a turd I might hold in my bowels or else maybe expel and flush down the toilet. And you know something else? Your tongue and your nose are really great when you're really desperate, fighting for your life! When you know you have to satisfy me, make it seem somehow worth my while, or else die! When there's only one way you can persuade me to let you live!" I'd never seen this Becky before! Someone once told me that at work she could be ruthless, that she was really tough-minded. I'd never seen it. She'd never shown me that side of her! "Well, now you know that your life is something you'll need to earn from me. More important, I know that now. You owe me! And I've got to say it, Tiny Tim, your face is way better at making love than your pecker. So understand this, my tiny-dicked spouse! Under my ass is where you'll be all this coming week any time I lift a finger and point to it! Make no mistake about that! Clear your schedule for the whole week, mister, because you're home the whole time, on call! And you better agree to everything I'm saying right now, or else right now we're through! I'll drop you at a motel and send you your stuff tomorrow. Later today when I wake up, I mean." I struggled to say something, but different words choked me. It was clear enough that she meant what she said. And it was clear what she meant to do. Could I survive it? I had no idea. But should I be thinking only about myself? We'd had a good marriage. We could still have a good marriage. She was angry, but that would pass. Meanwhile I had to do the thinking for both of us! By the time we pulled into our driveway, I could say it. "Becky, all right! For a week, whatever you want to do, I'll manage somehow. I think our marriage is worth saving. I want to do everything I can to save it. I'll try to get through this week, and then we'll see if you think the books are balanced. I have to try! For the sake of our marriage! For us! For our future together! Because I do love you!" For the first time during this long, terrible night, Becky was impressed. She looked at me gravely, with respect. Her eyes softened. It was now full daylight, the sun would be up soon. She seemed to have trouble speaking. She just looked at me. "If I can't do it," I went on, "or if you still don't think this one week is enough, then we'll both pack it in. End our marriage, no animosity, no resentment, no fault either way. We'll have both tried. We'll each of us have done what we could. That's fair. That's only fair. Is that agreed?" She seemed about to say something, then stopped herself. Then in a quiet voice she said, "Agreed!" It was done. She began wrestling with her left hand, and I realized she was taking off her wedding ring. "Here," she said, handing it to me. "This is yours. When the week's over, if you still want to go on, ask me to take it back. Propose to me. Maybe I'll accept it and maybe I won't. It depends. You'll keep wearing your ring of course, because that's what you say you want. But for me this week, all bets are off." I took the little gold oval from her and stared at it. I'd slipped it onto her finger the day we were married, and it hadn't been off her finger since. I pocketed it. As Becky opened the car door she paused and then threw me a marvelously warm grin. "Happy thirtieth birthday, honey!" she said. "Today really is the first day of the rest of your life!" end 2/9 VickieTern@AOL.COM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+