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This story is fictional. It has no relationship to anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out of my own sick mind. It’s pornographic and should not be read by anyone who doesn’t like this kind of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18 years of age or under. It’s probably not good for you and you are not permitted to read this story. This story may be copied or saved, if you want to. However, no charge is permitted. If anyone copies it or transmit it to another, this statement must be included. Waldo Ataboy 1-15-01

The bastard, Oscar, is a son of a bitch. He’s fucking my wife without my consent. He’s doing it in the most perverse way knowing that I know he’s doing it and flaunting it before me with full knowledge that I can’t object.
I’m Henry P. …III, and my family are prominent socialites in New York. I’m 24, 5’10”, and 160 lbs., trim in good shape and a recent grad from law school; work for a prestigious law firm in Manhattan in their Probate and Trusts division. My family connections helped me get my job.
Recently I married Jean who I knew since we were kids and we moved in the same circles. Her family is also well established. She’s 23 years old, 5’5”, and 110 lbs., also keeps in good shape, dirty blond. She has nice boobs, plump tush, and has those good looks that attract attention. She has a degree in the fine arts and works as an assistant curator at a museum here in Manhattan.
I met Oscar in the steam room of a health club where I go to in the afternoon when I have free time to workout after which I go to the steam room, shower and go home for supper. It was in the steam room I first saw him on a bench just opposite from me, stretched out with his sheet wide-open, legs apart. A big man, maybe 35 years old, over 200 lbs., all muscle, wide shoulders, prominent nose and mustache. What attracted my attention was his long fat moist dick with a big circumcised head there on the bench. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it; it raised an unnatural passion in me and my prick responded by getting hard. Glancing up, I noticed that he was looking at me with a big smile on his face. Embarrassed I immediately looked away, wrapped my sheet around myself and left to get control of myself under a cold shower but I knew he knew of my admiration for his dick.
He left also but I could not face him in the shower room and I dallied so that he would leave before me and he left before me in the locker room when I got dressed. When I came out in the lobby he was there and came over to me and said, “I’ve checked you out, and I’m told that your family is important here in New York. I wonder if you would give me the pleasure of your company and let me buy you a drink? We can go to Dante’s which is just around the corner.”
Sure, I could use a drink and obviously he wasn’t making a big deal of my indiscreet admiration of his cock in the steam room. Having heard of Dante’s I was curious; it was known as an old fashion saloon where the gays, lesbians and others with bizarre tastes would gather and find others with the a similar bent. It was dark when we entered with a long bar on one side and tables on the other side and a large aisle in between; it had fixtures and pictures from the turn of the century. As we walked down the aisle the few patrons seemed to know Oscar and greeted him as we walked by. We went to the far end of the bar and sat on the stools. The bar tender knew him also and when he came to serve us, Oscar ordered his usual; he brought back a full bottle of a fine Irish whiskey, a pitcher of water with ice cubes, two whiskey glasses, two water glasses and a plate of nuts.
“Is this drink OK with you?” Oscar asked.
“Sure,” I answered.
Oscar poured two shots, two chasers and pushed one to me, and said, “Cheers.” We downed the drinks. He poured another and pushed the bottle to me to pour my own. As we drank and munched nuts he told me with pride about himself describing how he pulled himself up as a dropout from school to his present wealth. His father, a dockworker, drank too much. He quit school at 16 in the 10th grade and went to work to help support his mother and four younger sisters as a delivery boy to a dressmaker in the Bronx who needed a strong and tough kid to safe guard his shipments from mobsters offering protection. As he acquired the contacts in the business he opened up a shop for himself in the needle trade.
It was in the rag business (that’s what they call the fabricating of women’s apparel) where he met his wife, Maria. She was a seamstress who worked for him from Spanish Harlem but acquired the knack for discovering the coming spring and fall fashion in women’s clothing and could make the patterns to make cheap copies to be sold in department stores and dress shops to the public. If they were right for the season’s production they made big profits and if wrong they would be stuck with unsold merchandise. Not only was she tall and good looking but also necessary for business so he married her. They knew their stuff and became extremely wealthy.
With the second bottle I lost my normal restraint to talk about myself and from his urging I told him about my wife and myself. Getting a little tipsy, he insisted on taking me home by cab to my apartment. Releasing the cab he helped me in where he met Jean and accepted her offer to a cup of coffee while I plopped down on the couch and fell asleep. I don’t know how long he stayed and talked to Jean but he was gone when I awoke hungry. Jean gave me supper cold and rattled on how she was impressed with my new friend, Oscar. She accepted his offer to join him and his wife to go out some evening. Maria was to contact her to make plans.
Friday my wife called me at work and told me that Maria did call and made a date for tonight and we will be picked up by Oscar at 7 to go for a meal at a gourmet restaurant, then to a disco for some dancing to follow that with a nightcap at their place all at his expense. We were ready when the buzzer to our apartment rang; Oscar downstairs was waiting for us, and we came down Jean in her tight short evening dress with slits on the sides with a wrap, and I had on my regular dark suit. Oscar gallantly held the rear door to his Mercedes for us and off we went to a fancy French restaurant in Queens.
Oscar made it a point to sit next to my wife when we were seated at the restaurant while I sat next to Maria. The food was great but I couldn’t help noticing that Oscar was toying with my wife under the table while Jean pretended to resist and was obviously enjoying it. Maria asked me if I knew Kendrick and Margaret Vander K…. I told her, “Their family came from the original Dutch settlers in New Amsterdam and are prominent among the elite here. We knew them well as we grew up together.”
“As you no doubt know, they moved to Toronto just recently and we were sorry to see them go,” Maria said and she nonchalantly continued, “We were swinging with them and we are now looking for a nice young couple to swing with again.” Jean giggled but I didn’t have the slightest idea what Maria was talking about.
After supper when Oscar and Maria went to get the car and I had Jean alone I asked her, “What’s this swinging bit anyway?”
“Everyone knows that, swinging is where two couples exchange spouses from time to time for sex and intimate sharing,” explained Jean.
“No way will I go for that,” I insisted, “I’m not going to let Oscar screw you. I’m no pervert.”
“Don’t be a prude,” chuckled my wife, “Besides how do you know it’s Oscar that wants to screw me, maybe it’s Maria.”
“That’s sick,” I sputtered, “We’re not going to participate in that kind of stuff, I will not have it.”
Our disagreement was interrupted when Oscar drove up; he got out to let us in and away we drove in the Mercedes to a disco. I was pissed as Oscar plied Jean with drinks to break down her resistance at the disco where he took liberties pawing her at every opportunity both on and off the dance floor. In fact, she seemed to like his attention and made it a point to nuzzle up to him. I was going to put a stop to it when fortunately he said, “Let’s go to my place for a nightcap.”
We drove to an area in Battery Park City Development where the most expensive condominiums were overlooking the Hudson River and parked in a secured parking area under their building. They had a unit on the 7th floor and Oscar bragged that it cost him a ½ million for his unit unfinished and he contracted to complete it himself at great expense. Their unit was spacious and well furnished. Their hired help to maintain it and serve them were not about when we arrived a little after 11 in the evening.
Jean gave her wrap to Oscar and he threw it over a chair, and Maria induced me to give her my coat and tie to get more comfortable throwing them over the same chair. Oscar asked if martinis were OK and he proceeded to shake some in a decanter and poured us each a drink. We were in the playroom as Oscar called it; it had a small bar in a corner and a music center where Oscar put on some slow dance music. Jean downed her drink and Oscar led her to the dance area for some intimate dancing placing one arm around her back and the other hand in front in the slit of her dress on to her hip. Inhibitions gone by the alcohol Jean wrapped her arms around Oscar’s muscular wide shoulders and rested her head in the nape of his neck. When Oscar slipped his hand from Jean’s hip to her crotch that was going too far and I would have stopped him then and there but for the fact my own cock awakened to contradict my wishes and tented up in my pants.
Maria seeing my condition said, “Let them have some innocent fun, and besides let me show you some amusing toys I have at the other end of the room.” Maria took my hand so that instead of stopping him I follow her to the wall directly opposite to them. She pressed a button that caused a panel in the wall to slide open disclosing objects hanging behind it. Taking from the wall a pair of cuffs separated by a chain about two feet long she clamped them shut on my wrists and being caught by surprise I failed to stop her.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “This is not my thing.” Ignoring me she spun me around and slipped a thin strap around my elbows and pulled it tight in back fastening my arms to my sides immobilizing me. I protested, “Stop right now and release me.”
Not paying any attention, she turned me around again and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, down came my zipper and she yanked my pants and shorts to my hips causing my erect cock to be exposed. “Oh my,” she said, “We have to do something about that, we don’t want you to have a premature ejaculation and messing up my rug.” Still protesting she took a leather cockring with snaps from the wall, wrapped the thin adjustable leather band tightly around the base of my prick together with another thin strap under my scrotum so that my prick and balls engorged stood hard in front of me but prevented me from releasing a load.
Turning around I observed Oscar and my wife; he had her spread out face down on a lounge with her legs out over the end, her dress pulled up to her waist, her panties off, and her plump ass available to be penetrated. Sheathed with a well-greased rubber the bastard placed his thick, long cock to her asshole and with a thrust proceeded to bugger her. Jean gyrated and yelped with pleasure and pushed back to take the whole darn thing up her ass. I was so turned on by the sight that my own cock would have shot but for the cockring I was wearing.
“Your wife’s a real slut,” Maria chuckled, “Let’s see how much we can get out of you. Bend over boy and we’ll see if you can take it as well as Kendrick.” Maria took from the wall a fancy strap; about 3 feet long with a multibraided handle, pulled me over and let me have it hard across my ass.
“Yeow,” I screamed, “I don’t go for this at all.”
“ I don’t care; it is fun to break you,” she said as she let me have two more times hard across my ass.
“Yeow,” I screamed again, “Stop immediately; this is painful and I’m no masochist.”
“Aux contraire, you really want it and need it. All you rich pampered young men want to be controlled and abused,” she replied, and her wicked whip landed across my ass again as the sadist continued her torment. “After all Kendrick didn’t like it either,” she continued, “But he accepted it for me.” I could see out of the corner of my eye that Oscar having finished fucking my wife’s ass, with her in his arms walked over to watch us. He had a big smile on his face as he whispered something in my wife’s ear.