Chapter 8
Serena came to slowly, first sensing the buzz Of voices in her ears, and then feeling herself pressed heavily into a soft white mattress. She groaned, and felt her head rolling from side to side, pressing into the soft white pillows against which she was lying.
Then her nostrils were assailed with an acrid odor, and she felt the familiar bite of brandy against her lips.
With her eyes still closed, and her brain still misty, remembering the violence of the orgasm, she drank deeply of the brandy, feeling it burn .on its way down her gullet to her still quaking stomach.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and as her vision cleared she saw revealed, the gleaming body of Marvin, and gazed at his face, smiling sensuously down on her. The brandy gleamed gold in the dim light, and she realized she was in some kind of enclosure. It was brown and red, and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she gasped. She was in the coach, and she was resting against the generous, soft body of Martha. Sitting opposite her, beside Marvin, was Marie. They were all nude, divested of the leather. Mane was smiling.
"What do you think of the whip, cherie?" she purred, pouring some brandy from a decanter into a glass in her hand. She handed the glass to Martha.
"Ohhh...." sighed Serena. "I have no words...."
"You don't need any, darling," said Martha, hugging her closer against her gorgeous, massive boobs. "We know-we all know the leather kiss of our master."
"I can't believe it," husked Serena, struggling to a sitting position. Marvin handed her the glass, and Serena drank again, deeply.
Serena felt the masculine, hot bite of the brandy in her throat, clearing her brain, as the vapors rose through her body, warming her, turning her liquid.
She could feel her cunt, slightly sore, and still quivering with the exercise it had received. She creamed again, looking at the flawless body of Marvin.
She still desired him.
And she still desired her husband.
She would like to have them both together, one up her ass, and the other up her cunt. The battle going on in her rapidly clearing brain was, which one did she want where? She supposed it didn't matter, and a lewd grin plastered itself on her face, as she thought of the possibilities.
What fascinated her even more, however, was how deceiving appearances were. How could she not have suspected that Marvin and Martha....
Well, how could she know?
She suddenly wondered, as she thought of all the hours she spent stifling yawns among her apparently boring friends, just what went on beneath the cordiality, the formula greetings, the ritual conversations, the formulas for each and every process of life.
She couldn't know!
Not in a million years!
"How long has this been going on?"
Marvin smiled. "For as long as we have been i in your employ. Martha and I-we are close familiars with the pleasure of pain."
"And we knew," added Martha, "that you, too, had made its acquaintance. There was just something about you. Of course, we wanted you to join us. However, we were not sure why you had given up your pleasure, and therefore, we were cautious. It wasn't until Marie told us about your afternoon, that we decided to initiate you into our rituals."
Marvin smiled again, reaching over with his finger, and flicking away a stray strand of hair, which had got caught in Serena's moist mouth.
"Of course, I had desired you for as long as I have been here, but would not think of forcing myself on you, or re-introducing you to pleasures, which you, perhaps, had best forget."
Serena smiled, as Marie lit two cigarettes and handed Serena one. Serena dragged deeply on it.
"Well, murder will out, and it certainly has tonight. I am replete, and to think I will not have to travel far for my pleasures. I have been plotting and planning to get back into my crazy world for a long time."
"And, cherie, it was right under your nose."
"Yes, except...."
"What is that?" asked Marie.
"Well, my husband."
Marvin laughed, his velvety, sultry laugh. "From what I heard tonight, I don't think we would have too much trouble involving your husband. I am surprised. I had a suspicion that there was more to him than met the eye, but I wasn't quite sure what the latent element was."
Serena grinned a silly-assed grin. "Honey, I've lived with him for ten years, and I didn't know. I think you can be forgiven for your ignorance. Now, all I want is to get this out in the open, that is, in terms of my husband, and carry on. My life has been too dull, and too sweet for too long."
They all finished their brandy, and left the coach room, cleaning it up carefully after them-it still smelled of sex-and locking the door carefully. Then they retired. As they came into the kitchen, Serena realized with a shock that it was dawn.
It was time to do her husband in for the morning. For this one morning, since she felt James really needed her, she would forego the health club. She bounded up the stairs easily, wincing happily at the bruises and the pleasurable aches and pains. As she came into the bedroom, her eyes eagerly sought out the sleeping form of her husband.
She gasped. He was no longer in her bed. She ran wildly to his room, seeking him there. His room was empty. Serena's heart was pumping wildly in her bosom now, as a blind fear rose in her. Had he been so shocked at his behavior, or her response, that he had left her.
No, that couldn't be, not now that she had re-discovered him. She didn't think she could live without him. She rushed to the bathroom, to see if he were there, and he was, in the shower.
He was singing. She crept up to the shower stall, and then crept in with him. James stopped singing.
He was looking at her in the gray morning light.
"Christ! What a mess I made of you," he said, concern written all over his face, as he bit his lip and looked at her.
Serena merely smiled, and cuddled up to him, under the warm spray. "And I loved every minute of it, she said, reaching up to plant a kiss on his tight mouth. At first he didn't respond, but then his mouth relaxed, became fuller, and before long, his tongue was snaking into her mouth, teasing the tip of her tongue, which hung in her mouth, letting him play with it.
"Honey, rm ... I-I'm really sorry, please don't...."
"Shhhhh...." said Serena, putting one finger up to her husband's lips. "You're welcome-any time you've an urge. I loved it, and it took some doing to get you mad enough to want to play rough with me."
"You mean you liked it?"
"I told you, I loved it."
James stared at her, wide-eyed. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered. "To think I traveled to get what I thought was spicy sex, and all the time it was here, lurking in my own home, and wilder than anything I've ever known." James whistled, picked up the face cloth, and proceeded to wash his wife's much-abused back. They stood under the shower until Serena, her body pressed tight against her husband's, felt his cock rising again, pressing against her thighs.
She looked at him, a whole world of meaning in her eyes, a meaning which her husband understood. He led her, dripping and warm from the bathtub, and made love to her-gently this time. Serena's bruised body couldn't have taken any more abuse, and both of them were satiated with the one kinky kind of pleasure, for the moment.
They lay quietly side by side, in an after-fuck glow, talking.
"And I want you to leave that door off its hinges," Serena was saying, holding her husband's warm, sweating hand.
She turned on her side, and leaned up on one elbow. "As a matter-of-fact, darling...."
"Never mind the door, said James, smiling at her. "I personally hate the convention of separate beds. I vote we sleep together from now on."
Serena smiled down at him. "Yesss...." she said, pressing her body into his.
The bell rang for breakfast.
Serena sat up, and stretched. "Ho-hum," she sighed.
She squealed as she felt her husband's fingers, pinching her behind. "Not any more, sweetheart, not any more!"
"We fell," said Serena and James together. They were fending off the questioning of their offspring.
And Serena was finishing the statement in her mind with "madly in love with my husband of ten years...."
James finished in his mind with, "madly in love all over again with the wildcat I married...."
"Oh...." said Leticia, looking at her mother's black eye.
"Does it hurt, and were you brave?" James Jr. husked, staring at the welts on his father's cheek, caused by his mother's hands.
"No, son, not really. It wasn't a bad fall at all." He looked over at his wife, and grinned.
Marvin came, fleet-footed and as correct as ever, into the room. Serena sat up straighter, feeling her pussy cream against the chair. And there was no difference in Marvin's correctness, his approach, his respectful deference as he poured coffee, and served the breakfast.
But there was a glow in his eye that titillated Serena.
That day, Serena and Marie spent long hours, plotting how to get her husband into their little clique, without abrading his sensibilities too grossly. During the discussion, Marie's Gallic eyes lit up, and she snapped her fingers.
"Oh, I know, I have the perfect...."
"What!" exclaimed Serena, excitedly. "Oh, I shall make it a surprise...." husked Marie.
"Like the whip? And am I not involved in this plot?"
"Oh, you are, you are! But I have a marvelous idea that will contribute to the pleasure of all of us."
Serena spent the next several days recuperating from the ravages of her perverse passion, wondering what Marie had in mind. And the nights were wonderful, locked in her husband's arms, waking to their shared warmth in the morning.
Every now and then, she caught Marie's eyes, twinkling mischievously at her. Her pussy twitched with the suspense, not to mention her mind.
That night, locked in her husband's embrace, Serena had thrown her legs around his waist, as his cock plowed in and out of her pussy. Their combined cream was dripping to the sheets, puddling there in a sticky mass which just added to the sensual pleasure to which they had surrendered themsleves.
The door between the two rooms had been put back in place, and nailed shut. The plan was to enlarge the room, and redecorate, but they hadn't yet decided on a color scheme, so the door, battered and splintered, just lay against its frame, loosely nailed in place.
Serena felt her husband stiffen, at the first splintering sound. Serena gasped, and tried to look over her husband's shoulder in the direction of the door, but her husband's protective instincts had forced her down into the mattress, while his body shielded hers against whatever assault was pending.
The door, already rickety, fell inward with a crash. Serena gasped again at the sight framed in the splintered frame. Marie, and Martha, and Marvin stood there, all of them attired in black leather, and all of them carrying bullwhips.
They strode in a body to the bed, and Marvin's powerful hands reached down, pulling James off his wife's body. James started to fight, bellowing at the three apparitions, but the two women made short order of him, binding his hands and feet behind his back.
Martha started to coo over James' cock, playing with it with her hands for a while, squeezing it, and pumping it.
"I want your wife, sir, and I'm going to have her now!"
With that statement, Marvin flung himself upon the still trembling Serena. Her pussy was already creaming copiously, and Marvin had no difficulty inserting his erect cock into her wet, warm womanhood. He thrust home with one violent thrust, and Serena's squeal of passion and pleasure was mixed with James's anguished cry.
"Noooo, you beeeaaassttt!" The two women were having difficulty holding him down, but they were keeping him flat. Martha reached down, still cooing over James's cock, and started sucking. James struggled violently, watching his wife raped violently by his trusted manservant, and then he felt the violating mouth of Martha on his cock. She sucked with determination, and all the anguish James had could not forestall the pleasure that was growing in his cock in spite of himself.
Marie had managed at one point to sit on his face. She proceeded to do so again.
"Eat out my asshole, you establishment prick!" she bellowed, her hand slamming the butt of the leather whip against his haunches, which had begun to hump up into Martha's sucking womb of a mouth.
"Oh, darling, I'm sorreeeee!" howled James, turning to his tortured wife. He noticed the look on her face was one of pleasure. He was relieved. He was feeling no mean ecstasy himself, and his guilty conscience was eased when he realized that his wife was feeling the same way.
He-wondered at his perversity. He still hadn't gotten over his reaction to his wife, his brutal mauling of her precious, much-loved body. Now he was watching his wife being raped by his manservant, and his cock jumped in Martha's mouth.
He knew he was going to come soon. He turned his attention to Marie's asshole, which was pouncing up and down over his face. He stuck a curious tongue out, and licked the brown puckered opening, which she had exposed, by holding her ass cheeks apart with her hands.
She had dropped her whip, but Martha had ' picked hers up, and was wielding it with evil power.
James was feeling strange, wild pleasure sensations coursing through his wracked body. He wondered, as he thought back on his own raping of his wife, if her feelings were similar to his.
And as he licked on Marie's brown puckered rectal opening, he had what he considered to be the most perverse thought of his normal, placid, quiet, comfortable life.
At that moment, raped by two women, and whipped by one, while the other sat on his head, he would have given his eye teeth to be a woman, just once, just for a little while.
He wanted desperately to feel what a woman felt when she came. He knew what he felt. But how could he please a woman if he didn't know what she felt?
It was one thing to know that his wife was pleased, but what could he have done better. He knew that two women knew exactly what to do to bring each other to the peak of pleasure. Maybe that's why men were attracted to lesbians, and to the idea of watching lesbian love-maybe they had a half-assed idea, without really formulating it in their minds, that they would learn what would drive a woman berserk, make her a man's sexual slave forever.
James, stimulated, kept licking Marie's ass with enthusiasm, which more than made up for her lack of aim, all over James's body, occasionally flicking it over to the supine, fucked form of Serena, as she was moaning in pre-orgasmic pleasure under the heaving, humping body of Marvin.
James came first. He tended to have a hair-trigger cock, which he more than compensated for by being able to get it up again and again and again. His endurance, Serena had discovered, was phenomenal.
Serena came shortly after James started, and she and Marvin came together.
It didn't take too much, after that session, to seduce James to the coach room. There was a hell of a lot more explaining to do to the kids the next morning, and a lot of silly-assed grins all around the ostensibly proper and normal table that couldn't be explained away by any means.
As James ate his breakfast, buried behind the Wall Street Journal, the only thing he could think about were the wild antics of his wild wife. His wife!
Never again, he thought, feeling his cock spring to attention in spite of the use it had been put to the night before, would he have to roam far from home for all the sex, in any form and in all varieties, that he wanted.
His buttocks ached from the lashing his wife had given him.
Serena, for her part, was grinning, and twitching in her seat, before her puzzled offspring, who knew something was going on, and weren't quite old enough to fathom it. Serena was thinking of the ass-fucking she had received from Marvin, while her husband reamed out her cunt, and Marie and Martha lashed the three rutting bodies to a frenzy that had caused them to come in frothy, wild, spastic waves, over and over again.
They were all happy. Serena was grateful that Marie had come to them, since it was she who had started the whole wonderful ball rolling. James was happy to have re-discovered his wife. Marie was happy because she had found her niche in life, in a kinky household that would provide her with everything she would need in the way of entertainment.
Marvin and Martha, well, they just winked at each other. Of all of them, they were the wisest, and the humpiest, and the kinkiest.
They knew what made the world go round, and they knew what made a happy household. They, too, found themselves well-placed, and without the need to hide their perverse pursuits any longer.
And so the morning began for the Caruthers' family. The sound of clinking Towle silverware, against Royal Dalton China, interspersed with water pouring into Venetian crystal was muted in Serena's mind. As she absent-mindedly sipped her ever-full (thanks to the attentive and beaming Marvin's attention) coffee, all she could hear was the sound of her husband's grunts as she whipped his gorgeous ass red with the black leather belt borrowed from Marie.
Marie and she had planned a trip today. They were going into town, to a particularly sleazy section of it, to pick up some leather supplies. Serena and James had had a lot of fun, and some fucking action in the bathroom, as they measured each other for the requisite materials.
Serena was creaming in her pussy as she saw her husband's cock rise to full mast, its throbbing growth encouraged by her whipping. The visions passing before her eyes, as she looked at her husband, momentarily hidden behind the Wall Street Journal, (but for a change, not completely buried in it), were positively obscene for a breakfast table on a bright, sunny morning, with such a family!
Instead of yawning, Serena was grinning. Her eye caught Marie's eye, and she remembered, instead of the properly dressed, very precise French governess, the tigress who had fought her bitterly for her husband's cock the night before. Serena had won, but she knew that wouldn't always be the case. She knew there were going to be times when she lost, and even the losing would be pleasure.
Serena twitched in her seat, remembering how her husband and Marvin had plowed her out. That had been a mind-blower, but with class! Serena had got a lot of her kicks on the shabby side of town. This was having your cake and eating it, too, which is exactly what Serena had set out to do, and usually manged to accomplish. She had her husband, and he loved her. She had her children, and they were really turning into persons who interested her, and she had the old Serena, the flamboyant, wild, gorgeous, exotic creature James had married, and promptly lost to social mores and dull propriety.
Propriety now would be simply a waiting game, a temporizing action before they all descended to the cellar, and that fantastic coach room.
Serena and James had been chained to the large Family Coach last evening, the one with the family coat of arms. Serena hid a blush when she remembered the humiliation of her and James, the heads of this distingished household, bound to their own family conveyance, and whipped by their servants unmercifully around and around the large, dark room, feeling the lash against their naked buttocks.
But it had been a moment of extreme closeness for husband and wife such as they had never experienced before. To be together in their shame, their debasement, was more of a thrill than standing together, bored, at a cocktail party, saying all the right things, and looking just so. Serena remembered how her husband's eyes had glowed, and how his cock just never seemed to lose its tumescent state that night.
And she knew there was more to come. As the barriers broke down, that there would be more to explore in the way of their sexual nature. She felt the pressure of a warm body against hers through the latticed, teakwood chair against which she was leaning, absent-mindedly. She started, and turned slightly to her right.
It was Marvin. There was a strange gleam in his eye, as he poured some more coffee into her cup. "Would Madame care to see the repairs made on the Master Bedroom? The plasterers have finished."
Serena rose. "Excuse me. I shall be right down. Do you want to come too, James?"
"Hmmm, what darling?" asked her husband, looking up with full attention, from his journal, his eyes roaming over his wife's gorgeous body.