Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2011 19:38:35 -0600
From: graeberp@gmail.com
Subject: My Sweet Wife 2

	The next week or so was rather uneventful. With the wedding coming
up fast, Angie was unavailable to me most of the time as she was off
arranging things and getting ready. If she wasn't working or making
arrangements, she was at home, tired and asleep. We managed to squeeze in a
date or two but our time together was pretty limited. We went to a movie
one night but afterwards she said she was exhausted so I dropped her off at
her apartment after a steamy good night kiss. Another night we actually had
a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant and then returned to my place. We made
out on the couch a little but she wouldn't even let me get beyond that. She
said she wanted to keep the anticipation high for our wedding night. If I
even tried to mention or discuss the events of the previous week, she'd
just smile and change the subject. I was really hoping that it was a one
time thing and that all would continue to be normal for the rest of our
lives.

	Her cousin Sandra dropped by the house a time or two, looking as
hot as ever, to pick something up or drop something off that Angie needed
but she was never there long. Oddly, she acted as if nothing had ever
happened. I wasn't going to bring it up with her, especially without Angie
there but I really wanted to. I wanted to beg Sandra to try and talk to
Angie to make sure that this sort of thing wouldn't happen again but I just
couldn't muster the courage so life went on as though all was normal.

	Our wedding was scheduled for the upcoming Saturday at 2 pm. After
the wedding, the reception was to be held at our church because Angie said
she didn't want people getting drunk and getting out of hand and she knew
there'd be no alcohol allowed at the church. Once the reception was over,
we were going to leave the church amid the usual rice throwing, etc. and
drive several hours away to a beautiful, secluded little beach house we'd
rented for the week. I couldn't wait to have a whole week, just Angie and
me, on the beach. I could imagine the romantic, hand-in-hand walks along
the water's edge at night. I pictured the beautiful moonlight streaming
down on her hair and glistening in her eyes as we held each other in the
cool ocean breeze. Yes, I'm a romantic and I really wanted her to belong to
me. I loved her and was willing to forgive and forget. I'm also a normal
man. I have to admit that I was looking forward to finally getting to
actually have intercourse with her, to feel myself deep inside her. I was a
happy man!

	She had forbidden me to have a bachelor party, and being a bit of a
wimp at times when it came to her wishes, I agreed. She told me that, out
of respect for me, that she wasn't going to have a wild bachelorette party
either. She and two of her friends were going to go to a quiet dinner and
then she'd call me when she got home. I wondered if it was really
possible. Was she really going to just go to dinner? I had to believe
her. I WANTED to believe her!

	Friday night, the night before our wedding had finally arrived. I
have to admit I was a bit nervous about it all. I came home from work and
called my best man, Jarrod. I had already told my buddies that I wasn't
going to have a bachelor party which was okay with them because they were
all married and pretty well forbidden by their wives to go anyway. Jarrod
was the only single one in the group. He had tried to talk me into at least
going to a strip club with him or possibly hiring a hooker for the evening
but I declined. I know he thought I was being silly when I explained to him
that I had made a promise to Angie and intended to keep it but he said he
understood.

	Jarrod was the only one of my friends in the wedding that I hadn't
known for years. I met him just a few months prior when he was doing some
contract work for my company. We seemed to click and became fast
friends. He was about my age, a little taller and definitely in better
shape than I was. He always kidded me, telling me I needed to work out with
him sometime but I could never find the time. Mind you, he wasn't a
muscle-bound bodybuilder, but he WAS in good shape, tanned, no apparent
body fat, the typical wash-board abdomen sort of guy. I had caught Angie
looking him up and down a few times when he stopped by the house for one
reason or another but never thought anything of it. The only thing she ever
said was something about introducing him to one of her friends or possibly
to Sandra. She seemed to always be trying to do some matchmaking. Jarrod
however, being quite the ladies man in his own right, always politely
turned down her offer of introductions.

	Being a bit nervous about the whole thing and also feeling a bit
sorry for myself since I was going to be home alone on a Friday night, I
called Jarrod and asked if he'd like to come over and at least have a beer
or two. He said he'd love to and headed right over.

	About 15 minutes later, Jarrod knocked on the door. I let him in
and offered him a beer, which he readily took and then plopped down on the
couch. Before we could even begin to talk about what we wanted to do, Angie
called and said she wanted to drop by see me before she went out to
dinner. She said that she had a new dress and she wanted me to see it. I
was glad I was going to see her because she'd been so busy, I hadn't seen
her in three days. We talked on the phone every night before bed but I'd
been alone and it was starting to weigh on me, not even being able to see
her. I just wanted to see her sweet face and smell her wonderful aroma and
feel her luscious lips on mine. I knew we couldn't make out in front of
Jarrod but at least I'd get a kiss.

	Jarrod and I talked a few minutes and decided we were going to
watch the old movie channel and make fun of some of the characters,
presumably made funnier by the consumption of alcohol. As we were looking
through the channel guide, I heard Angie's car pull into the driveway. I
got up and opened the door for her before she even knocked.

	"Well, that's gentlemanly of you," she said with a smile.

	"Baby! I've really missed seeing you," I said.

	I hugged her and got a wonderful, but short kiss. Damn, she smelled
good! She came in and said hello to Jarrod. He commented about how good she
looked and she acted rather demurely, saying thank you and appearing to
almost blush.

	She turned to me. "Well, what do you think?" she asked as she
struck a pose for me to admire her dress.

	"Wow!" I exclaimed as I took her in. It was a very short, almost
silky aqua dress with some sort of sequins or jewels or something (you know
how much we guys know about these things) around the neckline. It looked a
bit more like a clubbing outfit than a
going-out-to-dinner-with-your-friends type of dress but I didn't say
anything. After all, what do I know about fashion and what's acceptable?

	"Do you like it?" she asked.

	"Yes, I do" I answered, looking her up and down. It was a bit
shorter than I would have liked but I was overwhelmed at the sight of her
gorgeous tanned thighs and just stood staring for a second. I couldn't
believe the stunning woman was soon to be my wife. As we chatted a minute,
I also noticed something rather disturbing to me. The dress was rather
tight and after watching her turn, I noticed two things. First it was
obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The shape of her nipples was clearly
visible under the dress. Also, it was obvious she had no panty lines, which
according to my experience, meant she wasn't wearing panties either. She
said she was glad I liked it but now she had to go. She said she was
running late to meet the girls. As I walked her to her car, I pointed out
that her nipples were visible and she should probably wear a bra.

	"Why?" she asked "We're not going anywhere that anybody from church
will see me."

	"But Honey, there will be other men there, I'm sure and being a
man, I know they'll be looking at you." I said.

	"Mmmm," she said, pausing as if she was giving serious
consideration to my suggestion of wearing a bra. "You're probably right. I
hope they don't get too turned on," she laughed, "in fact I think I'll turn
on the AC in the car and get them really showing before I get out at the
restaurant."

	"Funny," I said. What a great sense of humor she had.

	She gave that sexy, mischeivous grin of hers and said, "I'm not
joking. I'm going to have fun tonight! I'll call you later!"

	Before I could respond, she sat down in the car and closed the
door. She blew me a kiss and pulled out of the driveway. I just shook my
head but decided I wanted to impress on her that I was serious and also to
give me some peace of mind, I wanted to know for sure that she was
kidding. I quickly called her cell phone. As she sat at the end of the
driveway, waiting for the traffic to clear, I saw her look at her cell
phone and then lay it down on the seat. I tried her several more times
after she left but she didn't answer. Now I was beginning to worry.

	I went back in the house and Jarrod was already on his second beer.

	"Everything ok?" he asked, "you look a little distraught."

	"Yes, everything's fine. I just don't understand her sometimes," I
answered.

	Jarrod laughed. "Now you see why I'm not getting involved with any
women anytime soon. I don't want to put up with their whims and moods and
bullshit. I like to meet a woman, woo her a bit, fuck her a few times, then
move on when she starts talking about the future, love, etc. I know you
love her but to me, women are good for sex and that's all. A lot of them
aren't even good for that!"

	"Ha, " I laughed. "You may have a point there."

	"You've got yourself a gorgeous one though. If you can put up with
her female shit, you're probably in for a lifetime of good pussy," he
paused, "I'm sorry, I hope that was ok to say. I guess the beer's kicking
in and I should watch what I say."

	"No, that's ok. I take it as a compliment to her."

	"Well, then let's talk man to man. Is she a good fuck?"

	I paused. How could I tell him I hadn't fucked her yet? "Oh,
yeah. She's great!" I lied.  I waited a minute then decided to tell him the
truth. After all, he was a trusted friend.

	"Actually, that's not true," I said, "I haven't fucked her yet."

	"What???? Are you kidding? A fine piece of ass like that and you
haven't tapped it yet? What the hell's wrong with you? "

	"She says she wants to save it for marriage and I'm respecting her
wishes."

	"Man, you're pussy whipped already and you're not even married
yet. It's not to late to back out, you know."

	Before I could answer, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I
didn't get up. I figured it was Angie coming back to apologize. A few
minutes later, someone knocked. I got up and opened the door and was quite
surprised to see Sandra.

	"Hey, Big Boy," she said, "Angie wanted me to come hang with you a
while to make sure you didn't get into any trouble."

	"Very funny. I don't think we're going to get into any trouble
tonight. We're staying here."

	When she saw Jarrod, she looked a bit surprised. I think she
expected me to be alone.

	"Jarrod! I haven't seen you in weeks! I heard you're the best man
and I'm pretty sure the title fits!" she said.

	"What does THAT mean?" I asked a bit angrily.

	"Well, Jarrod and I know each other pretty well, if you know what I
mean. I also know enough about you to make a fair comparison. At least
where it counts and I think you KNOW what I mean by that."

	Jarrod looked a little puzzled then shot a quick glance at me as if
to ask "You've fucked Sandra? Does Angie know?"

	"It's not what you think, Jarrod. No, Sandra and I haven't 'done
anything', so to speak."

	"Oh, ok. Just checking," he said, "Well then, how does she know
enough to compare us?"

	"Never mind. Just have another beer."

	"Dude, it's ok with me. I'm not her boyfriend, I'm just curious
about what you've been up to. I thought you were a good boy, " he said
jokingly.

	"Oh, he is," said Sandra, slyly eyeing me, "So, why don't you and
me catch up a bit? What have you been up to since I last saw you? Getting
any good pussy? None better than mine, I'm sure."

	She sat down next to him on the couch and snuggled up to him,
rubbing her hand across his chest. She threw her tanned thigh across him as
they talked. It seems as though I was out of the picture at the moment.

	"Jeff, bring a beer would you, please?" she asked in a particularly
condescending way. I really wanted to tell her off but I was afraid she'd
tell Jarrod about the other night so I kept my mouth shut.

	I brought her a beer and sat down next to them and began watching
TV while they snuggled and giggled. After a little while, I felt a rhythmic
movement on the couch and I glanced over at them to see what they were
doing. I was quite surprised to see Jarrod's cock out of his pants and
Sandra's hungry mouth going up and down on it. She was giving him a blow
job right in front of me! I looked at Jarrod's face. He looked at me and
was all smiles.

	"Sorry man. I just take it as it comes. I hope you don't mind. I'm
sure you've seen another guy's cock before."

	I wasn't sure exactly what he meant but I let it slide. I turned
away and tried to watch TV but my cock was growing as well. In spite of the
fact that I didn't like Sandra very much, she was still very, very hot to
look at. At least I'd seen her naked.

	In a few minutes, they began to stir and they both got up from the
couch. Jarrod was removing the rest of his clothes as he stumbled toward my
spare bedroom.

	"We're going in here for a little while. Hope you don't mind that
either."

	I waved him on. Sandra turned to him and said, "I'll be there in
just a minute."

	He went in the bedroom and I heard the old bed squeak as he laid
down on it. Sandra walked over and stood in front of me. She began a slow
and deliberate strip tease. First her top, then her bra, followed by a
little rubbing of her boobs. Next came her denim shorts and finally her
panties.  She stood naked in front of me and smiled as she ran her hands up
and down her body.

	"Don't you wish you could be going in the bedroom with me instead
of Jarrod?" She laughed.  "Don't worry, I have some fun for you after he
leaves. Right now I'm going to go take care of a real man's needs. With
that she headed for the bedroom. It was turning out to be a rotten
evening. My fiance was out somewhere in a sexy dress and now her hot cousin
was fucking my best man in my house and all I could do was sit there with a
hardon, watching a sitcom. Terrible!

	I really didn't care if he fucked her all night. She wasn't my
fiance but I resented her doing it in my house and I resented her teasing
me about it. After about 30 minutes of bed-squeaking and moaning, it seemed
like they were finally finished. A short time later, Jarrod came out of the
room, completely dressed and announced, "Well, my friend, I'm heading
home. This turned out to be a better night than I thought it would be. I'll
see you tomorrow at the wedding." He opened the door and left.

	As soon as he was gone, Sandra came out of the bedroom, still
completely nude and looking a bit disheveled.

	"Damn! I'd forgotten how good Jarrod was! He's got a great dick and
he can fuck for hours! I only wish he didn't have to leave so early."

	"I really don't care about Jarrod's dick. And would you mind
putting some clothes on? " I asked.

	"Why? Are you getting horny? " She asked.

	"If I have to answer you, then yes, I am." I said disgustedly. My
mixed feelings for Sandra caused me a bit of mental gymnastics. I really
didn't like her after the other day. I also felt like she was a bad
influence on my previously sweet and innocent girlfriend. At the same time,
she was so good-looking and so sexy I masturbated a lot while I thought of
her, dreaming of what it would be like to have one good evening of fucking
her.

	Sandra's cell phone rang. She picked it up off the table and opened
it to read a text message. She put the phone down and said, "That was
Angie. She said she's calling it an early evening and she'll be home in
about 45 minutes."

	I looked at the clock. It was barely 11 pm. Obviously she felt bad
about the picture and was rushing to me to apologize and beg my
forgiveness. Sandra got up and went over to her purse on the table. I was
about to ask her again to get dressed when she reached in her purse and
pulled out a small vibrator. She turned it on and began using it. I was
going crazy. She looked so hot! My fiance's gorgeous cousin, sitting on my
couch naked, masturbating right in front of me! My cock was about to burst
out of my pants but I knew not to try anything. I got up and started for my
bedroom.  At least I could shut the door and jack off before Angie got
there.

	"Whoa, fella!" Sandra said, "You're not going anywhere. Angie said
for me not to take my eyes off of you."

	"I can't sit in here and watch you play with yourself!" I said.

	"Well, then I have an idea. It'll take Angie at least 45 minutes to
get here. That means we have 45 minutes to play. Besides, I've been
thinking about the other day and I really feel bad for you. Angie's my
cousin and I love her but what she did with David wasn't right. I'm sorry
for part, too. I think you deserve better. Here's my idea. I'm horny,
you're horny. How about this? To make it up to you, why don't I let you
fuck me? We can do it before Angie gets back and she'll never know. It'll
be our little secret."

	I mulled it over for a minute then decided she was right. If Angie
could do that, then so could I. I was going to take advantage of the
situation. I took off my shirt and dropped my pants to the floor. My cock
was at full attention.

	"Oooh! Now that's what I like!" she said, "put it here, Big Boy,"
she directed, and spread her beautiful legs.

	I was feeling guilty and somewhat disgusted, knowing I was about to
put my dick in her right after she'd been fucked by my best man but at that
moment I didn't care. I was horny as hell and still had some smoldering
resentment toward Angie and I was going to relieve myself of both, not to
mention the fact that I'd had the hots for Sandra since Angie introduced me
to her months ago.

	Sandra was slouched down on the couch with her feet resting on the
floor. Her beautiful legs were spread and her middle finger was turning
slow circles on her clitoris. I knelt on the floor in front of her and
moved forward. She looked so good I was afraid I was going to cum before I
even got it in! I reached down and pressed my hardon down toward the
entrance to her vagina. Just before I entered, she stopped me.

	"Wait a second," she said, "let's make it really good. Don't rush
it."

	"Okay," I answered, "What do you want me to do?"

	"Just rub your cock up and down on my clit for a few minutes. Let's
build the anticipation."

	"Ah...ok." I said and proceeded to do just that. I began slowly
sliding the underside of my shaft up and down her pussy, rubbing against
her clitoris. She put her hand on top of my cock and pressed it down,
presumably to add more pressure. She was moving with me now and moaning a
bit. A rather copious stream of pre-cum was slowly dribbling out the end of
my cock.

	"Don't cum before we get a chance to fuck!" she said.

	"I won't but we'd better hurry. Angie will be here soon, " I
reminded her.

	"Okay, " she said, "just keep rubbing a few more minutes until I
cum, then you can enjoy this pussy. And it's okay if you cum inside me,
too. I'd like that very much."

	Oh my gosh! This was so hot! Watching my pre-cum dribbling, swollen
cock rubbing on Sandra's clit and watching her get closer and closer to
cumming was fantastic! She had one hand on my cock and the other hand on my
ass, pulling me closer. I watched as her magnificent abdominal muscles
tensed and relaxed over and over. I watched as her thighs squeezed and
quivered and squeezed again.  This was going to be a GREAT night after all!

	Within seconds, she tensed up all over and completely stopped
breathing. A light shudder coursed throughout her entire body. I have to
admit that for a minute I thought she had died! Then she exhaled and became
completely relaxed. She was breathing pretty heavily and she panted to me
the words I was waiting to hear, "Okay, fuck me now! And you'd better fill
me with cum, too, you son of a bitch!"

	I backed up a bit as she spread her legs wide. I pushed my cock
down to that wonderful opening between her legs and slowly pushed my cock
in to the hilt with one continuous stroke. Sandra let out a sigh and said,
"Go slow. I want to enjoy it for a few minutes before you cum."

        I was torn between doing as she asked and fucking her all night if
necessary but I also realized that I might hear Angie's car in the driveway
any second. She was panting again and so I picked up the pace. The more I
pounded into that sweet pussy, the more she moaned. She wrapped those
goddess-like legs around me and pulled me in deeper. She was about to fall
off the couch so I reached behind her and slowly lowered to the floor next
to the couch. Damn, this was fantastic!

	Another few minutes and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold
out much longer.

	"I'm about to cum!" I whispered to her.

	"Not yet, not yet," she said, "Just a few more minutes! Hold me
down like I'm trying to get away. Hold me down like you're raping me! This
is so good!"

	While I was never one to even consider raping a woman it somehow
felt good to do as she asked. She started to try and pull away and to get
out from under me but I held her pinned to the floor as my cock pistoned in
and out of her. She was struggling and moaning and carrying on like a crazy
woman.

	"I'm really close! ", she said, "don't stop!"

	I continued pumping, hoping she would cum soon so I could too. I
wanted to fill her pussy with my seed NOW!

	She reached up to the coffee table and knocked a half-full beer
bottle to the floor, spilling beer all over the carpet. I didn't care. I
kept pumping.

	Suddenly, I heard Angie's voice!

	"What the hell are you doing????", she screamed.

	Somehow I hadn't heard her drive up. She was standing in the living
room staring at me as I plowed my cock into Sandra.

	Just as suddenly, Sandra started yelling at Angie. "Please get him
off of me! I tried to fend him off but I couldn't! He was too strong! He's
raping me, Angie, please!" She started to cry as I quickly pulled out and
stood up.

	I was incredulous. I knew the game was over but I certainly had to
defend myself. "I wasn't raping you! You asked me to fuck you!"

	Sandra stood up and grabbed her shirt and covered the front of her
body with it. She went to Angie and and Angie hugged her and held her
closely. "I'm so sorry Angie, you know I'd never do anything with my own
cousin's fiance. I don't know what happened. He had a few beers and started
coming on to me. I told him no way of course but then he got more
aggressive. He held me down and took my clothes off and raped me!"

	I couldn't believe my ears! She seduced me, then when we were
caught, she acted like I had forced her into it! Just another reason why I
hated that lying bitch! The bad part was that it seemed like Angie actually
believed her. Angie stood quietly for a minute or two, just glaring at me.

	"Put your clothes on and sit down. I'm going in here to talk to
Sandra for a minute and I'll be back."

	Sandra and Angie went into my bedroom and closed the door. I put on
my clothes and sat on the couch. There was something on TV and I stared at
it but I don't remember anything about it. All I could think of was that my
upcoming marriage was in the toilet and I was probably going to lose my job
and might even get arrested, all for something I didn't even do!

	A few minutes later, they emerged, Angie looking rather pissed and
Sandra looking uncharacteristically scared. Angie spoke first.

	"Sandra wants to press charges. She wants to call the police right
now. Of course, if she does, that changes everything. The wedding will be
off of course...how embarassing! My fiance getting arrested the night
before my wedding for raping the maid of honor!"

	"I DIDN'T RAPE HER!" I protested.

	Angie placed a finger against her lips and uttered a stern "Shhh!
Listen to what I have to say!"

	I sat silently. I knew I had no choice.

	"In addition to the humiliation and disgrace, not just for you but
for me and Sandra as well, you'll most likely lose your job and will quite
possibly spend some time in jail. Is that what you want?" She asked
hatefully.

	"No, of course not," I answered weakly, "I'd like to forget this
whole night!"

	"Good. So would we. Sandra and I have talked it over and the only
way she won't call the police is to know that you'll be punished somehow
for your despicable actions. I still can't believe you're the kind of man
that would actually rape a woman, much less my cousin!"

	I started to assert my innocence once again but realized the
futility.

	"What we've decided is that if you'll let us punish you somehow
then Sandra's willing to drop the whole thing. We can get married tomorrow
as though everything is normal. What do you say to that?" she asked.

	"What sort of punishment are you talking about?" I asked.

	"You'll find out when it's delivered. You know, sweetie, you really
don't have a choice. Accept punishment or lose your job, go to jail, lose
your bride, and be forever publicly humiliated and known as a rapist, " she
paused, "so what's it going to be?"

	I paused, thinking it over for a second. She was right. I really
had no other alternative.

	"Okay, " I stammered, "I'll take the punishment if she won't call
the police."

	"Good! Then that's settled. You'll do whatever Sandra and I say,
whenever we say until we decide you've been punished enough...Now, I need a
beer!" She headed for the kitchen. Sandra stood still and I glanced at her
as Angie left the room. Sandra looked at me and the scared look was
gone. She smiled at me and gave her pussy a quick rub.

	"Thanks for making me cum. It was great!" Sandra said as she went
into the kitchen, too.

	I started to protest but knew that Angie would never believe me.

	A few minutes later, they both returned to the living room.

	"We all need to go to bed! We have to get up pretty early tomorrow
to get ready for the wedding," said Angie.

	"I agree, " echoed Sandra, "I'm going to go home and try to
sleep. I don't know if I can after tonight's horrible events but I'll try."

	I SO wanted to jump off the couch and slap her and call her every
name in the book but I didn't. I sat there like a little wimp.

	"Okay. Goodnight dear. I'll see you bright and early in the
morning." Angie said to Sandra.

	After Sandra left, Angie turned to me and said, "I'm going to go
too. I need a good night's sleep before tomorrow. I've been thinking
though. I still have to punish you so you don't do this sort of thing
again. Sandra and I will work up a good plan but for tonight I think you
need a little punishment before I leave. Stand up and take your pants off,"
she ordered.

	Not wanting to piss her off, I did as she said. She reached forward
and grabbed my dick which was quickly hard. She slowly began stroking it.

	"I guess you really need to get off, don't you?" She asked.

	"Yes, please, I really do!"

	"Well, let me administer a little punishment and then I'll jack you
off, " she said.

	"Thank you" I answered. At least I was going to get off. That alone
would be a real relief, especially having my sweet Angie do it for me. She
undressed and began to rub up against me while stroking me.

	"Mmmm...does that feel good?" she teasingly asked, "Just think,
tomorrow's our wedding night! You know what happens on the wedding night,
don't you?"

 	"Yes, I certainly do, " I smiled. At least tomorrow night I'd be
getting laid.

	"Before I get you off, we have to punish this thing. I want you to
stand up straight and hold it out for me. I'm going to smack it a few times
for you."

	"What?" I asked as I she moved away from me and grabbed a ruler off
the desk.

	"Hold it out, Sweetie. It's either this or jail. Your choice." Her
hand moved between her legs and began to make slow movements up and down
her vagina.

	I stood up straight, pressing my dick down so that it no longer
stood up but stood straight out.

	"I'm going to smack you 5 times so be ready." she said.

	I waited, kind of half-smirking, thinking she'd give me 5 little
love taps, and then jack me off. Obviously, she was quite turned on,
too. This could be fun, I thought.

	She held the ruler and brought the flat side of it up hard against
the bottom of my shaft. It stung. In fact, it hurt like hell. I yelped and
grabbed it and danced around a few seconds.

	"OWWW! That really hurt! Not so hard!" I yelled. Angie stood there
smiling, ruler in hand. She was beginning to rub herself a bit more
vigorously with her free hand.

	"4 more to go," she said with a wicked grin. She was practically
drooling.

	"Not so hard this time, baby! It's supposed to be at least a little
fun!" In spite of the pain, I remained hard. I stood straight again and
positioned my dick according to her orders.

	Whap! She hit it again, just as hard. I practically screamed. My
cock was on fire and I danced around again.

	"I'm sorry it hurts, honey, but this is what you get for raping
Sandra!"

	"I didn't...." I started to protest again when she brought the
ruler down hard across the head. I cringed and grabbed my swollen dick. I
bent forward and squeezed myself tightly. Damn, it hurt!

	"Stand up and stick it out for me!" I'd never heard Angie's voice
quite like this. It was angry and sultry all at the same time. One I'd
caught my breath, I stood up and looked at her. She had almost a glazed
look on her face. She wasn't looking at my face. She was staring at my
cock! She had an evil grin on her face and was working her pussy furiously
with her other hand. She was getting off on this! What was wrong with
her????

	She reached forward and put her fingers around my dick. I couldn't
believe she was doing this to me AND enjoying it! I also couldn't believe I
was still hard! She gently and seductively stroked me up and down for a few
minutes.

	"Only 2 more to go. Stick it out!"

	I did as she commanded and waited for the pain. Whap! She struck
the underside again! I moaned and hunched forward. I could barely stand it.

	"Well, at least maybe I've found SOMETHING fun I can do with your
worthless dick after we're married. It'll be good for some
entertainment. Stick it out!"

	Once more I reluctantly offered my poor penis to her. Whap! She
struck downward this time, once again landing a solid blow across the
head. Gawd, it hurt! I bent forward until the pain subsided. Once it had I
stood up and practically begged, "Can you jack me off now? Please?"

	She smiled and continued to play with her pussy. "Get down on your
knees, honey, and lick me 'til I cum, then I'll jack you off, " she said.

	I did just that. I dropped to my knees and begin to work my tongue
around her clit. She moaned and pulled my head tighter to her pussy. After
a few minutes of her wildly grinding her pussy on my face, she had what
appeared to be a fabulous orgasm. Once again, she'd gotten off, and at my
expense, too! I stood up as she fell back against the wall, breathing
hard. She was now running her hands up and down her body. She looked so
hot! I couldn't wait. I pressed against her and guided her hand to my
cock. She came down from her cloud and began stroking me. She leaned
forward and before I knew it, her tongue was exploring the inside of my
mouth. I was hunching and getting close to cumming.

	She pulled back and whispered, "Did you like getting your worthless
cock whipped?"

	"No," I panted, "Go a little faster"

	"Get used to it. I'm sure you're going to get it whipped
more. Remember, your punishment isn't over until Sandra and I say it is."

	With that, she abruptly stopped stroking me.

	"Let me have one more look at you before you cum," she said as she
stepped back a step. She glared at my penis for a second and began rubbing
herself again. Suddenly, she brought her leg up very quickly and kicked me
very hard in the balls. I saw stars and felt like I was going to vomit. I
fell to the floor in agony. I thought I was going to pass out. I heard her
moaning too. I rolled over and looked up at my sweet Angie. She was
cumming! She was looking at me lying on the floor in pain and she was
masturbating and cumming as she stared down at me.

	After I caught my breath and she had had her orgasm, she picked up
clothes and began to get dressed.

	"What are you doing?" I asked.

	"I'm going home. I'm getting married tomorrow, silly! Don't you
remember? I'll see you there. And don't even think about not showing up or
you'll be in jail before you know it."

	She squatted down and kissed me gently on the forehead.

	"I love you." she said as she stood up and walked to the door.


To be continued.

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