It began as a bit of fun, a simple spark that would set our world aflame.
Leo was over at our place to watch the game on television. Usually, both he and his wife, Fran, would be here, but she was down south taking care of a sick sister, so it was just my good friend with my wife, Jess, and me. I asked Jess for a simple favor. “Would you get us a beer, darling?”
Jess gave me one of her familiar, uppity replies. “What am I, a maid? Get your own beer.”
I hadn’t thought it was too much to ask, but Jess flounced out of the room. Leo muttered, “It’d be a cold day in hell before I’d let Fran get away with talking to me like that.”
I didn’t say anything, turning back to the game. But Leo’s words stuck with me. I thought about the way Fran treated him—with a certain kind of respect, something deeper than mere admiration. She always gazed at him with a mix of love and deference, a kind of surrender that seemed both profound and genuine. I sighed and rose from my chair. “You want one, too?” I asked Leo.
“Sure,” he said, and I thought I caught the barest hint of a knowing smirk.
Jess was in the kitchen, and I brushed past her without a word, grabbing two beers. She gave me a smug look and a wry grin. After Leo and I settled back in, Jess flounced in a few minutes later and sat on the couch with one leg bent under her backside. Leo was on the couch with her, and I sat in a nearby chair.
I had to admit she was a bombshell. Even now, without any makeup, her hair in a pony-tail, she was electric. She wore jean shorts that hugged her shapely, tanned legs and a shirt tied in a knot below her breasts, revealing a trim tummy and a tempting belly button. Her breasts aren’t particularly large, but they are high and firm, their pert shape outlined by the thin fabric. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, their proud, conical shapes on full display.
I couldn’t shake Leo’s words. Had I been too tolerant, too permissive in my effort to be a modern husband? I’d given in to her every whim, and it hadn’t done much good. Over the three years of our marriage, she had grown more and more demanding, her sass a constant companion.
Finally, unable to contain my thoughts, I looked at Leo, pointedly ignoring Jess. “So what do you do when Fran gets mouthy with you, Leo?”
He answered in a matter-of-fact way, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I treat her as I would any brat that needs to learn her place.”
“Which means?” I pressed.
“I give her a sound spanking.”
Jess burst out laughing. “Let me get this straight,” she chortled. “In this day and age of feminism, when women are fully the equal of men, you spank your wife?”
Leo looked at her, raising a disinterested eyebrow. “That’s correct. When she forgets her manners. As for equality, I’m not sure women are any happier today than they were when they showed proper respect.”
Jess’s laughter filled the room. “Respect…?”
That’s when an idea sparked in my mind. A dare. A challenge. “It doesn’t look to me like Jess is showing you much respect right now, Leo. Perhaps you’d care to demonstrate your technique for me.”
“With your permission?” he inquired, his eyes meeting mine. I nodded.
Before three seconds had gone by, Leo had Jess in his firm grip. He turned her over his lap, none too gently, her bottom facing the ceiling. She squawked. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Teaching a brat some respect.”
I could see Leo was plenty strong, and as much as Jess squirmed, he held her tightly. Leo raised a meaty palm. It hovered in the air for a moment. I held my breath. Then he brought it down with a loud thwack!
Jess shrieked. “Are you just going to let him manhandle your wife?”
“It looks to me like you’ve needed it for a long time,” I observed, a low thrill shooting through me.
Leo brought his hand down powerfully two more times, each strike eliciting a howl from Jess. “These damn shorts are getting in the way,” he muttered.
The comment brought a jolt of pure eroticism into the room. My cock was instantly thick and hard. I said, “Then pull them down.”
Jess gasped in disbelief. “You’re telling him to strip your wife?”
“Sounds like it, doesn’t it?” I answered, my voice raw with a sudden hunger.
Leo didn’t hesitate. With one hand, he held Jess’s wrists firmly above her head. With the other, he quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, to her knees. “That should do it,” he said, his hand lingering for a moment over her bare backside. “She really does have a beautiful ass, mate.”
I nodded in agreement, my mouth suddenly dry. “Just made for spanking,” he added.
Jess continued to struggle, but to no avail. Her shorts and panties now hung around one ankle, her shirt riding high. Jesus Christ, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her lovely, conical breasts were completely exposed to both of us, and what made my cock harder than a rock was the sight of her stiff nipples rubbing against Leo’s thigh. My wife was being turned on! I let out a laugh, the sexual tension breaking, a new understanding dawning on me—she was actually enjoying this.
After a quick, possessive squeeze of her pale buttocks, Leo brought his wide, thick palm down in three powerful strokes. Jess’s bottom turned a vibrant pink. Again and again, in the now quiet room, he spanked her. Jess sobbed softly, tears trickling down her cheeks. “Hey…!” she gasped, unable to get any more words out.
Though she continued to writhe, she had stopped struggling. She had recognized Leo’s superior strength, not just physical, but a will stronger than her own. Her writhing now took on a deeply erotic undertone, as if she wasn’t squirming to escape the powerful hand but to press her hips against his legs.
Gasping, panting, she looked over at me, and finally, she got out a word. “Please?”
“Please what?” I asked, my voice a low growl.
“Please tell him to stop. I can’t take it.”
“You’ve been a cheeky little brat for a long time,” I said, a cruel pleasure in my words. “It’s about time you got your delicious punishment.”
Jess’s cute little backside was now a bright scarlet, Leo’s palm prints a vivid red across her skin. Her nipples remained hard as they rubbed against Leo’s thigh, and she was crying softly. “Please,” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything you say.”
“Anything?”
“Y-yes,” she sputtered, her voice catching in a sob.
“Leo,” I said, “she looks pretty hot to me.”
My friend lightly grazed his fingertips over her bottom. I watched Jess’s body quiver, afraid she was in for another round. “Her backside is plenty hot,” he agreed.
Quietly, I added, “How about her?”
Leo looked at me for a moment. I nodded my permission.
He delved his hand down her buttocks and between her legs. She jumped a little at his touch. “You bastards…!”
Her words were quickly cut short when Leo raised his hand again. “No!…” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
Leo brought his hand down with a firm thwack! on her buttocks. “I don’t think you understand yet,” he told her. “You’ll speak when you’re permitted to do so.” He gave her another firm slap. “Is that understood?”
“Y-yes, s-sir.” The word “sir” gurgled from her throat, but it sounded utterly natural on her lips.
“All right, then, be a good girl.”
He dipped his fingers a second time between her thighs. It appeared to me that Jess subtly raised her backside and spread her thighs a little, giving him better access. From where I sat, my own erection straining against my pants, I could see that her juices had soaked Leo’s jeans. I watched intently as he felt her up. He lightly caressed her clitoris, and she shuddered, her squirming now a desperate attempt to press her clit against his thick finger. I watched as his middle finger disappeared into her, and she groaned, unashamed. She bit her lip to keep more guttural sounds from escaping. For a minute or two, Leo’s finger thoroughly pleasured her. When he brought his hand up, it gleamed, dripping with her wetness. He smeared her pungent nectar on her glowing, red buttocks, massaging it in as if it were a rare oil. He grinned at me. “Yep, she’s hot too.”
“Well, I owe you for the lesson. Help yourself to her.”
“Jess, did you hear your husband?”
“Yes,” she responded, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and longing.
“What do you think of that?”
“I think he’s a magnificent man for offering his wife’s pleasure to another.”
This time, Leo spanked her relentlessly. His large hand rained blow after blow on her backside. There was no fight left in her; she simply whimpered, no longer pleading. She closed her eyes. I, meanwhile, watched her clit throb and her nipples stay rock hard, a testament to her raging desire. Even Leo was panting when he stopped.
“I don’t think I heard you correctly. I’ll try again. Jess, did you hear your husband?”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, submissively.
“And what do you think of that?”
“I think my husband is a very nice man to offer his wife’s body to another man.”
“So you’d like me to pleasure you?”
“I…” She couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. Finally, she spit out, “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, come now, Jess, your body says you would love to.”
“Maybe my body is betraying me.”
“Maybe your mind is,” Leo replied patiently.
He raised his palm again. Jess cringed. “Please…?”
“Please what?” Leo demanded, his voice low and firm. “My patience is wearing thin. Jess, do you want me?”
“Yes,” she said in a small voice. “Yes, please sir, I’d like you to.”
“Just ‘like?'” Leo inquired, impatiently.
“I’d love you to!” she said.
Leo finally let go of Jess’s wrists. She immediately went to rub her sore backside, but Leo’s voice cut through the air. “No. Leave it alone. Let it serve as a reminder of your bratty behavior.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Now take out my cock and give it a loving kiss. Show your husband how you obey his desires and commands.”
Jess hesitated for a moment before kneeling on the floor in front of Leo. She unzipped his jeans and reached in, her hand pulling out a magnificent prick, thick and about seven and a half inches, and straining with blood. Her narrow, pink tongue darted over her lips as she gazed at the throbbing shaft.
“Put it in your mouth,” Leo commanded.
With her back to me, Jess bent over Leo, her glowing, red backside a canvas of his palm prints. Every so often, she wiggled her bottom, the memory of his strikes still tingling over her abused skin. I could see the wetness glistening on her thighs. She planted kisses and licks up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue leaving a trail of shimmering wetness. She lightly caressed his balls. “You taste so good, sir,” she murmured, before pure lust took over. She buried his shaft deep down her throat. I watched her neck work as she took every inch of him.
Leo ran his fingers through her hair, guiding her mouth. Every now and then, she would murmur or purr despite being filled with him. I watched the honey seep from her, trickling down her thighs. She reached under herself and slipped her two middle fingers inside her wetness, stirring the juices around and teasing her swollen clitoris.
“Are you making your body ready for me?” he asked. Now that she was compliant, his tone was almost gentle.
Bringing her face up from his cock, she said, “Yes, sir.”
“Then turn around, so I can see your freshly spanked bottom. You can sit your sweet little body on my cock.”
Jess eagerly turned around, offering her bottom to Leo. He let his hands stroke softly over the glowing buttocks. He kissed, then licked the cleft of her backside, and she shivered almost uncontrollably.
He took her by her rounded hips. Jess spread her legs and reached between her thighs, guiding his meaty shaft toward her. I watched the head of his cock slip between her pouting lips. Jess let out a small whimper of pleasure. He pulled her back a little more, and another couple of inches of his cock sunk in. Finally, he was fully embedded in her slippery wetness, only his balls outside her.
Leo rotated his hips, his cock teasing and exploring her sensitive places. Every now and then, he would massage the scarlet mounds of her bottom. Jess winced, but she also lifted her head up proudly and closed her eyes, and it appeared that mingled with the pain was more than a little pleasure.
Squatting slightly, facing me, Jess rocked back and forth, her hands on her knees for support. She was pleasuring him as much as he was pleasuring her. Her face shifted in expressions of raw desire, her soft breasts swaying back and forth with the motion. She murmured softly, “Oh, yes…” she sighed.
Leo said to me, “Perhaps you’d like to join us. Jess’s mouth seems to be craving something to fill it.”
I stood before my wife. Her lips were not far from my groin. “Take out my cock,” I told her.
Without hesitation, without a trace of her old sass, Jess eagerly unzipped my jeans. As her lips gathered my aching erection into her mouth, I felt her trembling from the dual penetration. Leo drove forward, plunging into her. The motion caused her mouth to engulf my cock. I felt her tongue swirling around my shaft, felt her mouth trying to milk me dry. Never in our years of married life had she ever given me such an enthusiastic blowjob. When I plunged forward, her body would shove back against Leo. Between us, Leo and I were working her body relentlessly.
I held her head and pounded into her. Leo held her hips and pounded into her. Jess sobbed loudly. She writhed and quivered, shook and trembled. Her cry of climax was muffled by my cock. I erupted in her mouth, and she continued to milk me until I was completely dry. She let a bit of the thick, creamy fluid trickle from the corner of her mouth, but she licked it away with the tip of her tongue. Leo let out a loud gasp, then he was spilling his own seed into my wife’s throbbing body.
Gasping for breath, she nestled her cheek against my shaft. I could see her heart still racing in the quivering of her cute breast. I leaned over and kissed her sticky lips.
Jess and I took the experience to heart. Oh, she gets cheeky every now and then, but I quickly take her in hand and give her a sound spanking. Sometimes, her eyes will sparkle, and I wonder if she’s doing it deliberately. Either way, our marriage has never been better.
I still invite Leo over occasionally. He suggested bringing Fran so we could have a spanking party. I can’t help but wonder what Fran’s bare bottom looks like red and hot!
