My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... and butt would allow, into Sheila’s formerly virgin asshole. “Oh God Sheila, you’re so fucking tight. I should have done this to you years ago.” I pulled back and pushed home again. Sheila howled in pain or she would have if she weren’t gagged. My only regret was that I came quickly, bathing her rectum in my cream. There was blood on my cock when I pulled it from her ass. I left her there to sob in agony while I returned to beat her erstwhile lover. This time I beat him with the cane leaving deep dark red welts all over his back and legs. It was almost midnight by the time I was done with him. He was as weak as a kitten when I released him, handcuffing him behind his back with the second set of cuffs. I marched him to the basement where I chained him to one of the steel supports. A minute later Sheila joined him, but at another support about twenty feet away. There was no way these two were going to touch each other. I went through Ronny’s pockets after getting another beer. How interesting--there were photos of him with a woman and an emergency notification card with his wife’s name and phone number on it. That should make for an interesting day tomorrow. I showered and went to bed, sleeping once again like the dead. CHAPTER 3 I woke at eight and despite my urgent need to piss I brought Sheila up to use the toilet first. She still wasn’t able to actually sit, but she was able to relieve herself and even shit. She cried when I refused to wipe her. “Not to worry,” I told her, ...

... “I’ll hose you down later. That’ll get you clean. Maybe I’ll give you an enema so you’ll be squeaky clean for our next fucking session.” I laughed maniacally at her reaction. I went down for Ronny after securing Sheila to the coffee table. I made Ronny squat, too, but unlike Sheila I took him out into the chilly morning air for a hose-down. He was shivering wildly before I was even half done. Kneeling with his wrists handcuffed behind his back and his leash tied securely to the heavy patio table, I shocked him just for the fun of it. I made breakfast—a half pound of bacon, a cheese omelet, and coffee; it felt great to eat real food again. Sheila ate another bowl of kibble and I carried one out to Ronny. He screamed and swore when his mouth was free. No problem—I zapped him a good one in the balls. I had just finished eating when I dialed the phone. “Hello, is this Mrs. Ronald Marlowe?” (“Yes, it is.”) “My name is Tom Williams. You don’t know me, but we have something very much in common—cheating spouses.” I hesitated to see if she would respond. She did—a groan. “Please don’t hang up, Mrs. Marlowe. I can prove what I’m saying. In fact, if you’d come to my home you can see the video they made and your lying scumbag husband, too. He’s here now although he’s not too comfortable. I have him on his knees out on my patio, wrists handcuffed behind his back and tied to my table. I’ll bring him in soon and then it will be back over my ottoman for a good whipping.” (“I think I’d like ...