My wife does as I insist

[foxtrot-99]

On a night out together, about two months after our house move, we had words – Jane was upset - and, in a quiet voice asked me what I would like her to do. She was without underwear, and in stockings, and I told her I wanted her fucked. We went into a pub with live music playing, where Jane soon informed me that a man was interested. I told her to do whatever he wanted. She left the room for the ladies and, soon after, the man opposite followed. She returned some fifteen minutes later and told me that they had met up on the rear car park – he had kissed her and slid his hand up her skirt - and he wanted more. She said he had a room in the hotel/pub, but was sharing with a friend, and asked what I wanted her to do (he was a young guy, around thirty, and, I think, Jane feared a repeat of the beating she had been forced to take, some years before). I told her to go with him, and call me when he had finished with her - upon which, I left for home.

The phone rang at three in the morning with Jane asking me to collect her – I asked if she had been fucked - she answered, yes.

She was waiting on the roadside as I pulled up outside the pub. As she got in the car I put my hand up her skirt, and felt the sloppy remains of her encounter – in response, she said, 'not here, take me back and I will do whatever you want'.

We returned home and Jane made for the bathroom. I stopped her and told her to get on her knees (I always liked to see the state in which she had been left), I pulled her skirt up, and told her to spread. I shoved my dick up her and immediately felt the sloppy remains of her earlier encounter. She told me that she had been fucked twice by both the guy in the bar and his friend. Her original pick-up had taken her to his room, where he fucked her as his friend lay in the other bed. She was then told to go to his friend's bed, where he, also, quickly had her. As the second guy rolled off her, she was ordered to get back across the room for more. The first guy then made use of her mouth to get hard, before she climbed back into his bed. He told her to open her legs and lift her knees as high as she could. In this position and with him on top; he gave her a long passionate kiss – which served to stifle her moan - as he accessed her for anal sex. He rode her steadily for a few minutes, before she felt him stiffen, and let out a long sigh - indicating that he had finished buggering her.

As he slowly softened and slipped out, he called triumphantly over to his friend 'she takes it up the arse', while at the same time, gently pushing her in the direction of his room mate – Jane had no illusions as to what this gesture indicated, or what the next few minutes held. She simply walked over to the other bed, where the second guy placed two pillows across the bed and told Jane to lie, face down, with the pillows raising her buttocks. In this position; he too, took advantage of her willingness to 'take it up the arse'.

He added his contribution, by ejaculating as deeply in her bowels as he could, before withdrawing from her now, very sore, arse. At this point, they had had enough, and told Jane to get out as they had to work the following day.

Back home I finished fucking her, and then allowed her to use the bathroom. As usual, following hard sex, Jane asked me to wait for a few days before resuming anal sex – we had come to understand that most men (certainly over fifty per cent), once they realised that Jane was theirs to enjoy, made her perform anal sex –fortunately, she learned to accept these inevitable demands.

[walter2000uk]

I know this couple, John and Jane
and have written a story passed on their true experiences:-
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I am John the kinky hubby of Jane, my submissive wife. I am NOT to film her or even be in the room ever when Jane is used by another man.- but I like to hear her story of meeting a Dominant stranger who uses her for Rough sex. Jane always tells me not to watch when she knows a man wants to sodomize her - she feels that I would not be able to stand back when each man becomes really very rough and make her scream. However She will always goes back to Him, and He always push her a little further each time. But John was banned from watching or even listening, so John waited to hear from Jane as to how she has been 'abused' and fully used this time, even after Jane had begged "Please stop beating me now, Sir, PLEASE! I agree to you fucking my arse now, instead, Sir?"


"John, don't dare come in here, when Sir is here." Jane said, her voice a mix of urgency and excitement. "Remember, it's Sir's night."

John nodded, his heart racing as he leaned against the bedroom door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He took a deep breath, the anticipation building in his chest. It was Tuesday, the night of the week when he stepped aside and allowed Jane to be with her Dominant, a stranger who went by the name of 'Sir'. This unspoken rule between them had been in place for the past six months, ever since Jane had confessed her deepest desires to him. They had agreed that he would stay out of the room, not even supposed to listen to the cries and moans that echoed through the walls. It was a boundary that was both a source of pain and arousal for John.

John retreated to the living room, his thoughts racing. The soft glow of the lamp cast shadows on the floor as he paced back and forth. He couldn't help but imagine the scene unfolding in the bedroom: Jane's lithe body, bound and exposed, the sound of leather on skin, the smell of sex mingling with the faint scent of fear. He clenched his fists, his palms sweaty as he recalled her whispers from the night before, "I know you want to watch, but you can't. You wouldn't be able to handle it." It was true. Every time she was 'used' for one of these encounters, she was bruised and sore, but her eyes gleamed with a satisfaction that John knew he could never provide.

He sank into the armchair, the leather cool against his skin. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. He picked up the book he had been reading earlier, trying to distract himself, but his mind kept wandering back to the bedroom. He knew he wasn't supposed to hear the details, but he craved them.
And Jane craved the beatings.
The thought of another man's hands on Jane's body, pushing her to her limits, was a heady mix of jealousy and fascination. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that she would come back to him afterward, that he was the one she loved, the one who knew her secrets and accepted them.

Earlier:-
The clock chimed the hour, and John felt his stomach tighten. He knew it was time. The sound of a car door slammed in the distance, and he straightened up, his heart pounding. He heard the soft murmur of their conversation as the stranger arrived, the low rumble of a man's voice followed by Jane's sweet laughter. The door to the bedroom closed with a firm click, and John was left in the dark, his imagination running wild. He waited, his body taut with anticipation, for the nightly ritual to begin.

Now:
The sounds grew more intense. He could not help hearing the creak of the bed, the rustle of fabric, and the occasional muffled cry. His cock strained against his pants as he imagined what was happening. The thought of Jane begging for mercy, her body trembling with each blow, filled him with a mix of dread and excitement. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, his own hand moving to his crotch to relieve the pressure. He had tried to ignore it, but the desire was too strong.

The house was a prison of his own making, each room holding a memory of their past encounters. He could almost feel the echo of her pain as he walked through the hallway, her cries of pleasure haunting him like a siren's song. His hand moved faster, his breath ragged in his chest. He knew he wasn't supposed to listen, but the urge was overwhelming. He had to know how far she was being pushed tonight.

He approached the door, his ear pressed against the wood. The sounds grew clearer now, the smack of leather against flesh, the wet sound of her mouth being used. He could almost taste the salt of her tears, feel the heat of her body. The words she had spoken to Sir earlier came back to him, "Please stop beating me now, sir. PLEASE! I agree to you fucking my arse now, instead, sir?" It was as if she were speaking them directly to him.

The door handle turned, and John jumped back, his heart racing. He didn't know if it was his imagination or if they had somehow heard his quiet approach. He retreated to the living room, his hand still in his pants, his breath coming in quick gasps. He couldn't stop thinking about the moment when she would return to him, her body bruised and her spirit broken, but her eyes shining with the light of a thousand stars. He waited, his body tense, his mind racing, eager to hear her story and to hold her close, to be the one she turned to when the night was over.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours, until finally, the door to the bedroom creaked open. He heard the soft pad of bare feet on the carpet, and his cock throbbed in anticipation. Jane appeared in the doorway, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. She was wearing only a thin robe that barely covered her bruised and reddened body. The sight of her was almost too much for John to bear.

"You can come in now," she whispered, her voice hoarse."Sir has gone now but will be back next week".

John followed her into the bedroom, his eyes drinking in the scene. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, the smell of sex and sweat hanging in the air. He saw the leather strap and the handcuffs on the bedside table, and his cock twitched again. Jane sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, her bruised thighs trembling slightly. He could see the marks on her skin, the evidence of Sir's brutal use of her.

"Tell me," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me everything."

Jane looked up at him, her eyes dark and needy. "He was so rough," she began, her voice shaking. "He didn't stop, even when I begged. He just kept going, pushing me further and further until I thought I couldn't take it anymore." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "He spanked me until I was begging for it to stop, and then he... he took me. He pushed into me so hard, so deep, I thought I would break."

John swallowed, his hand tightening around his erection. He had never seen her like this, so open and raw. He wanted to touch her, to claim her, to show her that she was his, even if she belonged to another man in these moments of darkness. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet. He had to wait, Jane was too sore for either pussy or anal sex for now, and had to let her finish her story, to let her find relief in just talking about her ordeal.

"And when he was done," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "Sir told me that next time, he'd take me even harder."

John felt a surge of jealousy and desire. He didn't know if he could handle it, but the thought of her being used like this, being pushed to her limits, was intoxicating. He sat beside her, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair. "I'm here," he murmured. "I'm always here for you."

Her eyes searched his, looking for understanding, for acceptance. When she saw it there, she leaned into him, her body melting against his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight. They sat like that for a long time, the silence between them filled with the echoes of the night's events. And when she was ready, she would tell him more, and he would listen, his heart both breaking and swelling with love and lust for his beautiful, submissive wife.

John felt the weight of the secret they shared pressing down on him, but he knew that this was their dynamic, their way of keeping their marriage fresh and exciting. He had to trust that she knew her own limits and that she would come to him when she needed him. But the wait was agonizing, like watching a pot of water on the verge of boiling, knowing that if you looked away for even a moment, it would all be over.

He could feel her heart racing against his chest, the pulse of her life beating in time with his own. Her breath was hot against his neck as she whispered the details of her encounter, each word sending a shiver down his spine. The way Sir had touched her, the things he had made her do, the way she had begged and pleaded for release, it was all so vivid in her retelling that John could almost feel it himself.

As she spoke, he gently untied the knot of her robe, revealing the full extent of her bruises. He kissed each one, his lips tracing the path of pain that marked her as Sir's. Jane's breath hitched in her throat as he touched her, his fingers gentle against her sore skin. He knew she needed this, the tenderness after the storm, and he was more than willing to provide it. His touch was a balm to her wounds, a promise that she was loved, that she was cherished.

The story continued, a tale of power and submission that left John's head spinning. He could feel the tension in her body as she relived each moment, her muscles tensing and releasing with each new detail. He knew that she was replaying it all in her mind, the fear, the pleasure, the pain, and the ultimate release.

"And then," she gasped, her voice shaking, "he told me that next week, he'll bring a friend."

John's heart skipped a beat. He had never considered that possibility. The thought of two men using her at once was almost too much to handle, but he knew that he would be there for her, no matter what. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her bruised and swollen lips. "We'll face it together," he murmured, his voice steady and strong. "I'll be here."

Jane leaned into him, her body relaxing slightly. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for understanding. I know it is what you want , John. That you want me to continue meeting Dominant men regularly."

And with those words, the storm inside of her seemed to pass, leaving only the quiet aftermath of their shared secret. John held her close, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his own. The anticipation of next week's encounter filled him with a mix of fear and excitement, but he pushed it aside for now. Tonight, he was just her husband, her protector, the one who loved her through the darkness and the light.