In my hands was an envelope given to me by my wife. Through the translucent surface, I could see a piece of paper covered from bottom to top in small, beaded handwriting. My wife went into the bedroom and fell silent there, and I went into the living room, and before opening the envelope, I turned it over in my hands for a long time, thinking about what was happening. So, I thought, it was necessary to get my bearings on what had happened and determine my attitude towards it… My wife Martha, whom I have known for many years, took a lover while I was in the hospital after a car accident. To be more precise, she was taken as a lover by our new neighbor on the landing.
That’s not all. His name is Ewald, he is a merchant. In addition, I know from my wife’s words that he, this mysterious Ewald, has an incomprehensible magnetism and, because of this, is able to fascinate women, turn them into obedient slaves.
Anyway, that’s exactly what happened to Marta, a woman I’ve known for many years… In a matter of weeks, she became completely different from herself. She allows herself to be treated like a whore, allows herself to be bullied, flogged with a belt, helpfully shaves her crotch, carries a thick artificial penis in her anus specifically in order to expand and become more accessible from behind for her lover. Besides, she calmly and with visible pleasure tells all this to me, her husband. And since her feelings have clearly not atrophied, for example, a sense of shame and the ability to realize the disgrace and humiliation of her position, she can only be sure that everything that happens gives her some new, hitherto unknown pleasure.
And now she’s lying in our bedroom, having returned from her cruel and resourceful lover. He’s also come up with something new… She is silent, confident that I will not object to her adventures now. But really, what can I say to her if she likes her position?
Tell her she’s a whore? But she knows it perfectly well, and that’s what gives her the most pleasure.
The most important thing at the moment is that Ewald feels so confident, so confident in himself and his abilities, that he sent me a letter. Not only that, he doesn’t hesitate to call my wife directly on the phone, completely disregarding the fact that I’m at home. He also sent a letter…
With hands shaking with excitementโ I opened the envelope.
“Dear neighbor!” it began. The handwriting was really small, the letters were decorated with numerous curlicues, which betrayed in the owner a man of ingenuity, prone to selfโlove and introspection. However, I have already had the opportunity to verify this…
“Dear neighbor! I am sure that you will not be offended by the fact that today, on the day of your return home after a long absence, I disturbed you and called your charming wife to me, as I have always done lately.
Your silence and lack of any reaction to your wife’s stories about our relationship leads me to the pleasant thought that I am dealing with a reasonable and sexually developed person. I must admit to you that Martha regularly told me that she had initiated you into the most intimate details of our relationship.
I think I’m doing you a big favor. The fact is that after many years of a happy married life, you and Marta have somewhat bored each other, and now your wife’s stories allow you to see her with a fugue, a new side for you. The special value of such communication, in my opinion, is that everything she tells you is true, and she will really enjoy it all. And the disclosure of such facets of her character that are new to her and to you, you must admit, is only my merit. If it weren’t for me, you would never have known what an interesting woman lurks under the shell of your habitual spouse.
But I think the whole situation would be one-sided and unfair if you stayed completely on the sidelines. I promise you that, for my part, I will strive to ensure that you always have complete information about what is happening, so that you can be a fullโfledged spectator, and, one might say, a participant in our games.
In particular, today I tried to make sure that our games with Martha were as visual as possible for you and you could fully convince yourself of the reality of what is happening…
With this, let me conclude my short letter to my friends and sincerely congratulate you on your return home. Your kind neighbor Ewald is always at your service.”
After reading the letter, I sat motionless in my chair for a few minutes and thought. After that, I got up and went to the bedroom.
Martha was lying on the bed as she was, in her fancy dress. Her face was still pale and tired.
“What did Ewald write to you?” she asked in a weak voice, trying to give him indifference, but at the same time clearly worried.
Aren’t you catching up?
โno. I didn’t have a chance to peek.”
I went over to the bed and took Martha’s hand. His hand was hot and trembling slightly.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you naked.”
Martha stood up and pulled her dress over her head. When she took it off, a picture appeared before my eyes that had often appeared in my imagination lately, but for which, as it turned out, I was completely unprepared.
Martha was wearing only stockings with elastic bands and nothing else. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties anymore because Ewald wouldn’t let her, but seeing your wife without panties is a challenge. But that wasn’t the most important thing.
Martha’s entire butt, thighs, sides, and part of her back were slashed with a whip. Red, swollen furrows crisscrossed my wife’s white body. They sparkled on her body, they turned frighteningly purple>
So that’s what Ewald meant when he wrote me a letter, which gives me the opportunity to be a fullโfledged witness, and maybe a participant in everything that happens…
Martha slowly turned in front of me, fixing me with a searching gaze. It was as if she was waiting for my reaction.
“Did he flog you again?” โ That’s all I could think to ask.
“Yes,” Martha replied, looking straight into my eyes, “You can see for yourself how hard he whipped me. And how it hurt me.”
“Did you scream? Was she crying? Did she ask you to stop?” “Yes. But then I just moaned. And thenโthen I started asking him to take me. And he granted my pleas. And as soon as he touched me to master me in a doggy pose, I came right away.”
Martha was standing in front of me completely naked, wearing only stockings. I looked at her, and at the sight of her, a long-held desire awoke in me. I felt my trousers tighten, as my nature began to burst them, striving to get out. So we stood against each other.
“Ewald just managed to pull the artificial phallus out of me, which I now wear in my ass all the time, and got ready to take me. But I didn’t wait for it. I was already completely ready. When he was whipping me, the orgasm was already approaching me. Only my hands were tied, and therefore I was unable to help myself with my fingers, and therefore I just could not cum under his blows. But now, when he untied my hands, and I felt his fingers spreading my shameful lips, I immediately flowed. A fountain gushed out of me that I didn’t expect myself. And then Ewald laughed and took me.”
“Do you like being sucked?” I asked, and immediately regretted the tactlessness of the question.
โno. I don’t like it,” Martha replied, lowering her eyes. She seemed to shrink from my direct question, which took her by surprise. She was probably afraid to ask herself this question, and now she couldn’t form it right away.
“No, I don’t like it. But I come almost immediately,” my wife replied, “When Ewald whips me, I cry and suffer. I’m ashamed and hurt. But these two feelings are so strong that quantity turns into quality and creates an orgasm. And then I cum and experience pleasure.
“When did he manage to write me a letter?” I asked.
“It’s already at the end. I stood in front of him on the ruts and sucked on him. And he was writing you a letter at the same time.”
I examined Martha’s figure and said: “That’s what. Turn around backwards. I want to see how much an artificial phallus in your ass suits you.”
I have never spoken so rudely to my wife. But now she must have gotten used to such treatment, because she immediately obeyed the order. Yes, not somehow, but, turning around, stuck out her ass far back, and squaring up, spread her buttocks with her hands.
I came closer and saw that the handle of a healthy phallus made of pale green plastic was actually sticking out of the impossibly stretched anus. I took hold of it and moved it. Martha moaned and arched her back. I found it interesting and I started to keep moving my phallus in my wife’s anus. Martha moaned and squirmed in front of me. It began to become clear to me what inspired Evald…
Suddenly Martha begged: “Darling, I can’t take it anymore. Let’s finally get into bed. You and I are both so tired today.”
I went to bed, and Martha went to the bathroom to wash up. She did this for a long time, and by the time she returned, I had already become quite aroused. But I was disappointed. Martha wrapped her arms around my neck, and I heard her choking whisper, “No, my dear, not down. I’m so sore and sore down there that I won’t be able to take you in the right way.”
I asked, puzzled: “But you only have your butt stretched out. And besides, as far as I understand, Ewald only fucks you there in the anus.”
“No, dear, you don’t understand,” Martha whispered and, ashamed, snuggled closer to me, hiding her face: “He really doesn’t have me in his vagina. He always says that his wife’s vagina is meant only for her husband. He says that only husbands dig in wet vaginas… And real men, lovers, fuck women only in the ass and in the mouth. But the vagina still gets…”
“Why is that?”
“Yes, because now Ewald always ties me to the bed when he beats me. And it turns out that each leg is tied to a different end of the bed, and the legs are always spread wide apart.”
I asked impatiently again.