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'Yes, it's me,' Leah snickered.

I don't know if it bothered my wife to suddenly realize she was being fucked by another woman, but as Leah's hands cupped her breasts, milking them outward so that the tortured nipples, with the clips attached, were pulled away from her body, the willingness in my wife's body quickly returned as she responded to the rhythm of Leah sliding her cock in and out. Using the grip on her breasts to pull back on my wife, Leah offered her some support to relieve her aching shoulders, but at the same time further restrained her body as she drove the hard cock into her pussy.

I watched in fascination. On every stroke Leah's body made contact with the butt plug, pushing it deeper into my wife's ass. As she fucked my wife, she kneaded her breasts, working her fingers deep into the flesh as the chain swung wildly about on her nipples.

My wife had her head laid all the way back as she tried desperately not to lose the whip, which was still between her lips, her breathing loud and rough. Just when it appeared my wife was ready to orgasm, Leah released her breasts and grabbed the chain in both hands, pulling it forward so that the nipples were stretched away from her body.

My wife threw her head forward in agony, and as she screamed the whip slipped from her mouth. Leah caught it deftly in her right hand, then released the chain and stood up, the strap-on dildo still deep within my panting wife.

'I warned you not to drop it.'

Reaching forward, Leah grabbed my wife's hair and pulled, causing my wife to come erect while still impaled on the hard rubber cock. Reaching around, Leah used the whip to slap my wife's stomach. It was an awkward position, but she still made good contact, and once again the serenity of the lake was shattered by my wife's squeals as Leah distributed blows up and down her body. I watched in wonder, breathing hard myself and working against my own bonds, as amazingly my wife began to mutter, bobbing up and down on the cock in her pussy, 'Oh yes, beat me, It hurts so good. Oh God, it hurts so good.'

On and on she went, pausing only to squeal when Leah landed a particularly effective blow. Leah slapped her directly on the pussy, which brought an agonizing scream of 'Oh yes' from my wife. This spurred Leah on, and she returned with the whip to her pussy over and over until my wife could take no more and bent forward again in an effort to escape the blows.

With my wife now bent forward, Leah merely stood erect and let my wife move herself back and forth on the big dildo as Leah laid blow after blow on her back and shoulders. It took only a minute of this abuse for my wife to explode into orgasm, her body shuddering as she found release, the howl of pleasure echoing across the lake.

Leah held my wife by the hips, holding the full length of her cock inside my wife's pussy as she leaned into the butt plug and rode wave after wave of orgasmic delight as it passed through my wife. When at last she slowed down, her body slumped against the rope as all strength passed out of her. Compared to the violence of only a few minutes ago, it was an act of kindness when Leah unsnapped the latex, leaving the cock buried in my wife's pussy, and moved around to support my wife and reduce the strain of the bonds, offering her breasts again to the willing mouth of the woman I loved.

Looking about, it was almost amusing to see Don trying to take pictures with one hand and stroke his cock with the other. Steve had leaned flat back against the oak and had his hips thrust forward, and I saw he had come as he milked the last drop of semen from his cock. I was not surprised, but I was jealous as my own deprived cock wished for relief as well.

The filtered sunlight speckled their bodies as my wife sucked on Leah's breasts, her own body still rising and falling from her labored breathing. Holding my wife against her chest, Leah motioned for Steve to release the rope. As he played slack into the line, Leah separated the hook from the cuffs on my wife's wrists, then pushing my wife back away from her, she let my wife slowly lower her arms to her abdomen for the first time since they had started. The grimace made it clear how stiff they were, as Leah eased her unresisting body to her knees.

My wife's naked body was red all across the front, and on the shoulders and back, where the lashes had fallen, offering contrast to the alabaster white of Leah's partially nude form. The spreader bar still had her feet locked firmly in place, and the spread position looked awkward as she knelt. She appeared as if she wanted to fall forward onto the muddy ground, and Leah held her shoulders to keep her upright.

My wife was a beautiful sight, kneeling nude in the dirt, blindfolded, with her hands bound before her, against the backdrop of a pristine lake and forest. Leah knelt and reaching under, removed the large dildo from my wife's pussy, getting a moan in response. Standing again, she brought the dildo to my wife's lips, which opened to accept it without question.

Motioning for Don to slide the bench over, Leah sat before my wife and looked over at me with a sly grin. 'Now we'll see how much she's learned.' Her manner had softened considerably, the whipping of my wife seeming to drain the harshness out of her. She took hold of the dildo, worked it in and out a couple of times, then pulled it out of my wife's mouth. Reaching down to remove the weights from the chain, she talked as she worked.

'You seem to like the taste of your pussy?'

My wife nodded, and Leah chastised her, 'Say the words.'

'Yes. Yes, it turns me on to taste my pussy juice.'

'Perhaps you'd like to try mine?'

My wife was totally still for a minute, as Leah eyed her carefully. When she spoke, it was in a very faint and uncertain voice. 'I think so.'

'Think so? Maybe not then. I was hoping for more commitment.'

Again my wife hesitated, clearly running through the scene in her mind. She knelt in silence for several minutes, and from my own experiences I was pretty sure of the turmoil she felt inside. She was considering stepping across a line, and there would be no stepping back. When she spoke again, her voice was stronger, and her words excited me beyond description. 'No, I'm sorry. No. I mean yes. Yes, I'll taste your pussy.'

Leah chuckled. 'I knew you would.'

With that Leah slid her hips up to the very edge of the bench and spread her legs. No more than ten feet away from where I sat, I could clearly see her pussy as her hands came to my wife's head and guided her forward. As my wife leaned forward, with her feet still bound, she reached a point where her lack of balance caused her to reach forward with her bound hands, looking for a way to steady herself. Her hands went between Leah's legs and hit part of the bench support, where her hands settled.

Feeling more confident of her balance, she once again let Leah guide her slowly forward. My anticipation grew as they inched forward, my heart skipping a beat when I saw my wife's lips make contact on Leah's belly just above her pussy. Leah removed her hands and placed them flat on the edge of the bench behind her, leaning back. She left my wife to her own initiative, her own willingness, as we all watched breathlessly, Leah demonstrating without doubt how effectively she had broken my wife.

To her own credit, my wife moved slowly, savoring the moment. She kissed Leah's stomach, then licked a trail first left and right, then down into the space where thigh met crotch, sliding over to kiss the inside of Leah's thigh. She repeated this on both sides, as Leah watched her contentedly, happy to have such a patient student.

Finally, the anticipation becoming too great, my wife licked her way down Leah's slit, until I watched as my wife's mouth closed over another woman's pussy for the first time ever. Whatever concerns my wife had about oral sex with another woman, such thoughts were clearly out the window as she devoured Leah's womanhood with relish. If there was any surprise at finding Leah's pussy devoid of hair, it did not show.

Don was busy clicking photos again as my wife boldly tongued Leah's pussy, working deep into the folds. As she settled to suck on the hairless clit, Steve moved in behind her, and started to unfasten her feet from the pegs embedded in the ground. As he worked, his eyes were fixed on my wife's pussy, spread for him as she knelt before Leah, the plug still buried in her ass.

Once complete, he helped her to slip forward slightly into a more comfortable position, even though the bar still held her feet apart. Then he leaned in and buried his face in my wife's pussy. She moaned in satisfaction, never slowing her tongue on Leah's clit.

The two women starting moaning together, leaving no doubt this intense scene would end quickly. Once again I wondered if any lucky souls around the lake were seeing this display, and I hoped it to be true. Leah's hands rigidly gripped the back edge of the bench, her elbows and shoulders locked forcing her breasts outward as her body tensed one last time, then she reached orgasm first, letting out a squeal of her own this time.

She held her position with her eyes closed as she let my wife's mouth lead her through her climax, her toes extending as her feet came up off the ground. As Don clicked off photos, I prayed to get a copy of this moment as well for fear that my memory may one day fade. It was an awesome sight, and I slumped my aching shoulders against the table, as my dick throbbed and Leah relaxed, grabbing my wife's head and holding it firmly in her crotch.

My wife followed right behind her, moaning into Leah's pussy as Steve's tongue brought her off. With Leah holding her head, she wiggled her behind lewdly against Steve's face as the joy of orgasm passed through her. Then much too quickly for me, it was over. Leah released my wife's head and stood, commanding Steve to remove the spreader bar from my wife's feet. My wife knelt patiently as he did so, Leah's juices glistening on her chin in the sunlight.

I was staring at my wife, but I heard Leah's voice. "Jason, I think she's ready for you.'

Without a word, Jason ambled over, naked like the rest of the guys. He was a big man, and I could now see that his cock was in proportion. Only partially hard, it was easily as long as my own, and thick, just like him. He took a seat in front of my wife, who was now kneeling in a more reasonable position with her feet free, and without pretense grabbed her head in one hand and his cock in the other and brought the two together.

There was no hesitation this time in my whore of a wife as she opened her mouth and accepted his cock. It only took her a few minutes to stiffen him up, and while his cock did not grow substantially in length, it filled out in girth. Realizing what she had, she pulled off for a second and muttered, 'Oh my God', revealing a huge head on a heavily veined cock, before closing back down on it once again.

The other two guys stood nearby watching intently, their own cocks at attention. Don took the occasional picture, but was mostly enjoying the show. Leah stood behind my wife, stroking her head, 'Jason's special, isn't he? Show him how much you like him.'

My wife brought her bound hands up, and closed them around the base of Jason's massive cock. With a slow, steady motion, she milked his cock into her mouth, her hands barely closing around it in their restrained condition. At first Jason merely sat there and watched my wife with amusement, but her milking action began to have the desired affect, and he closed his eyes as the feelings grew stronger. Sensing he was getting close, Leah pulled my wife back, leaving his giant prick shining in the sun as her hands continued to stroke it.

'Jason's only good for one shot, so let's don't waste it.'

As if on cue, Jason laid back flat on the bench, his huge cock pointing to the sky. With Leah's help, my wife stood and straddled the bench, then Leah left her to find her own way. She was quite a sight, hands bound, blindfolded, body covered with welts, the remnants of her only clothing item in ruins around her feet, as she searched with her bare ass for his big cock. Making contact, everyone watched mesmerized, without helping, as she lifted up to try and get the monster in position at her pussy.

It was a struggle that was erotic to watch, and as her actions became more desperate, with her standing on her tiptoes and whimpering in frustration. It was clear she had to have this big cock in her pussy. Finally she found a solution, passing over his cock, moving from his head to his feet, until it popped up in front of her, then moving forward again, capturing it against his belly with her hungry pussy.

Working herself against his cock, she finally got the head into her pussy. Obviously aware she was being watched, she placed her bound hands on his chest, then pushed his cock vertical again, holding it there a moment before forcing her body down on it.

I was certain it was the biggest cock to ever enter her body, and she gasped as she filled her pussy with it, only managing to get three quarters of it inside herself. She held it there, hands on his chest and body stiff, chain swinging between her breasts, her mouth hanging open as if to exclaim to the world how full she was, but remaining silent. Jason remained perfectly still, hands behind his head, letting her do the work as she slowly started to fuck herself on his massive manhood.

After several strokes, she finally had the entire cock inside her pussy, and she collapsed on top of him in ecstasy, her hands folded to her chest. Jason continued to lay there, smiling, as the other two guys stood over her with their cocks in their hand. Leah had taken over the camera and now walked around the two, taking pictures from all angles.

My wife lay on top of Jason and ground her hips down against his crotch, forcing the cock as deep as it would go. Her ass was to the lake, and anyone across the water had a perfect view of this monster cock buried in her pussy, and the butt plug in her ass. I could only imagine how full the huge cock and the large bulb on the plug made her slender body feel.

I had not noticed Leah trade the camera for the cat of nine tails, and when she landed a blow across my wife's ass, I couldn't tell who was most surprised, her or I. Her head shot up and she squealed, but she offered no resistance as the next blow landed. She started fucking herself on that giant cock like a woman possessed as blow after blow landed on her ass, back and shoulders.

'Oh God yes. Oh God. Fuck me, beat me. Oh yes, fuck me, beat me.' Her chant went on and on as she drove herself down on Jason's cock in time with the blows delivered by Leah. Jason reached up for the chain and tugged on her nipples as she rode his cock.

It only took a few minutes of this brutality before she roared into another series of orgasms, letting out a deep guttural cry of passion and pain that spilled across the lake as Leah beat her ass all the way through her extended climax. Leah finally let up as she once again collapsed on Jason, her head buried in her hands in sobs of pleasure as the heat from the whip burned red into her back and ass.

Don muttered, 'Jesus', then stepped forward beside Jason and lifted my wife's head from his chest. Turning her towards him, he brought his hard cock to her lips and she offered no resistance as he slid into her mouth. While she had pleased herself, Jason wasn't done and he placed a hand on either of her hips and lifted her slightly, then started working his cock up and into her pussy.

As Jason settled into a regular cadence, she was limp in his and Don's hands, allowing her pussy and mouth to be used for their pleasure. Steve eased up behind her and started to remove the plug from her ass. I knew where he was headed, and was eager to see her with three cocks buried in her body, all holes filled, as my own cock throbbed with the frustration of inattention. But Leah stepped forward and stopped him. 'Wait your turn, her ass is mine.'

I wasn't sure of her meaning, but I was certainly for Steve plugging her ass with his short, fat dick. Leah's words sent my imagination into overdrive, compensating for my disappointment.

Steve wasn't going to have to wait long, as the moans from Don pointed to his nearing orgasm. Leah was once again taking photos, giving the whip, and my wife, a rest. As Don's moans became more frantic, Jason, the quiet one, spoke to my wife. 'Make sure you take it all, I don't want it spilling on me.'

He steadily fucked her pussy as Don finally reached his limit, holding her head and crying out as he pumped his come into her willing mouth. She swallowed every drop. Steve didn't give him much time to cool down, pushing him away and bringing his own cock to her waiting mouth. She was able to take him all the way in with ease, his pubic hair pressed against her nose, and it was literally only a minute before he also filled her mouth with semen. Once again she took it all, sucking him dry as he pumped into her mouth in time with Jason's cock pounding in her pussy.

Jason was getting frantic now, and he suddenly lifted her up and stood, snatching her away from Steve's depleted cock, easily holding her tiny form on his giant cock. Holding her off the ground skewered on his manhood for a moment for us all to see, he then spun around and laid her back on the bench. Bringing her nylon covered ankles to his shoulders, he came down on her, pinning her knees against the clamps on her nipples as he drove his huge dick in and out of her pussy.

The pounding was ferocious, her breasts slapping forward with every beat, as she lay beneath this big man and took everything he had to give. Leah came and sat next to me, and I wished she'd grab my cock as I watched my wife be brutally fucked by this man and his monster cock, her usual litany of lust spilling from her lips. 'Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh God fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Fuck me.'

On and on she went, as Leah leaned in to my ear, stroking my cheek. 'She's incredible. Does she always orgasm so much?' I only nodded as I watched, wanting Leah to touch my cock, to help me.

When they both reached orgasm together, it was an incredible sight, there on the side of the lake, out in the open before God and everyone. Obviously working for the cameras, Jason pulled out of her pussy and fired stream after stream of hot come across her body.

The quantity and the force was impressive, beyond anything I could ever muster, with come extending from her chin to her pussy, Jason directing a large portion of it across both breasts. My wife wailed through her orgasm, trying to grind her pussy up against Jason, tossing her head from side to side as hot semen rained on her body.

Come shots on the internet were never a turn on for me, but seeing this display in person, my wife the recipient, was one of the most intensely erotic moments of my life. When it ended, Jason crawled off my wife and she lay spent on the bench, naked and exposed, drenched in come, her bound hands up over her head, the chain connecting her two nipples rising and falling as she panted in satisfaction. Don was taking pictures as Steve looked on in admiration.

As my wife cooled down, Leah told Steve to remove her blindfold. She lay there naked, her eyes closed, not yet ready to come face to face with her tormentors just yet. Gradually, she opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the brightness of the day. She surveyed the naked guys around her, then looking over her right shoulder, settled on me, my hard-on pointing skyward as Leah continued to rub my cheek. She watched me for a few moments, then slid off the bench, and with some difficulty on her stiff, sore legs, came towards me. The video cameras continued to run, capturing her now uncovered face, but she seemed not to care as she dropped to the ground between my legs, staring up to Leah as if to ask permission.

'Go ahead, he deserves it for letting us share you.'

My wife shifted her gaze to me, asking a question with her eyes. 'It's OK baby', was all I could think to say, as my eyes shifted from hers to the milky wetness covering her breasts. She gave me a weak smile, then leaned forward and took my throbbing cock into her warm, wet mouth.

It was clear that I was going to follow the same timing as Steve, too turned on to hold back, and she slid off and licked the underside down to my balls to prolong the moment. Licking back up my cock, hers eyes locked on mine, and when she reached the top she stopped. In a weak voice she asked, almost pleading, 'You knew I liked it rough?'

'Yes.' I tried to sound reassuring.

Her voice was very soft. 'I wanted to take it to another level, but I knew you could never hurt me. I couldn't possibly explain to you how bad I wanted it.'

'Now I know.' I paused, then added, 'You liked it?'

'God, yes.' And with that she swallowed my cock again, moving her head up and down as she sucked on it. Leah's hand rubbed across my thigh for a moment then went to my wife's head, lightly stroking her hair as she went down on me. My head rolled back in pleasure, and the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were the other three guys standing around my wife, watching her suck cock. The pressure in me built momentarily, then exploded as I finally found release.

Surprised to feel her pull me from her mouth, my eyes popped open and watched in amazement as my dear wife directed my come all across her own face, the small crowd cheering her on. When I heard the click of the camera, I hoped yet again to see the shots of this incredible scene, my naked wife kneeling before me, her bound hands directing my come to her face, as a nearly naked woman tongued my ear.

It was some time later before we hit the trail again, and for the walk back out, Leah gave my wife her shoes and socks back. That was it. Her dress was gone, and the remains of the stockings had been thrown on the remnants of the fire. She had not been offered a chance to wash off in the lake, and she had not asked for one, the come drying on her body and in her hair.

As she walked before me, I watched her naked form carefully, ready to act quickly should her exhausted body fail her on the difficult footing of the path. The butt plug, still buried in her ass at Leah's instructions, swayed deliciously as she made her way along the trail, seemingly undisturbed by her nudity. Her breasts swung beautifully, the chain now gone. The leather straps had been removed from her ankles to make way for her shoes, but those on her wrists remained, although they had been separated so she could use her arms for balance.

The mood among the camera crew was light as we made our way along, and Leah, now dressed in the clothes she had worn in, was eyeing my wife with regularity. She smiled at her softly when they made eye contact, and asked how she was doing, the gentleness she now expressed as sweet as her torture had been evil. There was a connection between them that I watched with interest.

When we arrived back at the highway, the guys loaded the gear as Leah, to my surprise, again attached my wife's wrist restraints, this time behind her back. My wife offered no resistance, simply hanging her head as a pick-up truck passed not ten feet away, the two young male occupants hooting in joy at seeing a naked woman on the side of the road. They hit the brakes, but quickly moved on as big man Jason stepped forward and simply shook his head no.

Leah looked at me. 'You planning to stay at the hotel in town?'

Just me? 'Yes.'

'The guys will take you there. I want to use your car.'

It wasn't hard to tell I was confused and concerned. It was also clear my wife was surprised, but she said nothing. She remained totally passive, which was out of character for her, a remarkable change. Leah let me worry for a moment, then added, 'This one is special, I haven't had enough. I want to take her home to meet my roommate. I'll bring her back to you at the hotel tomorrow.'

The guys looked on in silence, as another car drove by, my wife totally exposed. I looked her over, Her body had a slight sheen of sweat from the hike, and numerous welts were still clearly visible, scattered across her front. Her nipples were red and swollen, and I remembered how she had screamed when the clips had been removed, the returning circulation bringing pain with it. As I stared at her beautiful naked body, readily available for inspection with her hands bound behind her back, I felt a stirring in my groin, despite my uncertainty about the situation.

Leah turned to my wife, placing her arms around her shoulders and pulling her naked form up against her own body. With erotic tenderness, she leaned in and kissed my wife. My cock definitely stiffened as my wife responded eagerly. The kiss was long and passionate, their heads tilting in opposite directions and their eyes closing as their mouths opened to accept each other's tongue. When they finally paused, Leah held her close, and looking deep into her eyes, asked, 'You want to come with me.' My wife hesitated only a moment, then nodded a yes, never losing eye contact.

Watching this exchange, their could be no doubt that wife was knowingly agreeing to be Leah's lover for the evening, and probably her roommate's as well, male or female. It turned me on, plain and simple.

When Leah turned back to me, I handed her the keys without a word. My wife came up to me and kissed me, tenderly, but with less passion then she kissed Leah. She looked at me with pleading eyes. Her question was simple, 'OK?'

I smiled. 'OK.'

As my naked wife stood before me, on the side of the highway, her hands bound behind her back, I knew she wanted to do this. I knew my beautiful, strong willed, ever dominant wife, a model mother and a leader within our community, wanted to be a love slave to the woman who had just beat her, out in the open, in broad daylight, to numerous orgasms. I wanted her to do it as well. When she turned to walk to the car, the butt plug was still deep in her ass. Leah helped her into the passenger seat, closed the door, then went around to the driver's side, got in, and drove away with her prize without a word.

The half hour drive to the hotel seemed longer, and I was quiet as the other guys talked freely about how exciting the day had been, and how hot my wife was. I heard enough to know Leah's roommate was a submissive college girl, and that these guys ran an adult web site on which my wife would soon be a featured model. The last part was a bit unsettling, but I also realized my wife knew that all along.

As their talk turned to the need to relieve their horniness, I felt a twinge of anticipation as I wondered if they had plans for me. Leah made it clear my wife had told them about our previous adventures, and while I had never done anything with another guy when my wife wasn't around, I found I was turned on by the thought of being forced to offer relief to these three. But they simply dropped me off with a friendly good-bye, unloading my bags, which had been transferred from the other car.

It was a long and lonely night, and I masturbated numerous times, turned on by the events of the day and thoughts of what my wife must be doing. Sleep was difficult. Leah brought my wife back to me midafternoon the next day, when my anxiety was nearly spiraling out of control.

My wife was dressed in a simple white dress, which was made of thin cotton and did little to conceal the fact that she was naked underneath. Red marks were still visible on her thighs. Leah was warm and friendly, and kissed me deeply. She then kissed my wife as passionately as the day before, right there in the parking lot, catching the interest of a couple of other guests that were milling about. Leah offered a word of thanks, and then she was gone.

My wife was exhausted and needed sleep, drifting off almost immediately as she lay contentedly in my arms on the hotel bed. Suppressing my urge to ask questions, I held her as she slept, wanting desperately to know what the night had been like. I knew she would tell me, and as I deviously unbuttoned her dress as she slept, I got my first clue. Her pussy was as bare as the day she was born.