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My doorbell rang two and one half hours ago. I
signed for and accepted a federal express package addressed to me, Daniel Sullivan. Two and one
half hours later, the course of my life has changed and there's no going back. When I opened the
large, padded envelope, with no return address I found two things: A plain, unlabeled VCR tape and
a note. I read the note: "Hi Dan, Congratulations. You are subscriber #14 to my very special series
of films. Within, I explore the theme of marriage, and what those vows mean to many young women.
Each month, you will receive a new installment. And the best part is it's free! You have already
paid in full for the rest of the series. Enjoy to the fullest and hopefully learn something too.
James" I couldn't quite remember if I have any friends or acquaintances named James. Business
contact maybe? Practical joke? Oh, well I figured, I have a few free hours, let's pop this thing
into the VCR and see what's up. What I saw when I pressed the play button was a black screen, onto
which materialized a large red graphic that read "#1". This faded and was then replaced with an
extreme close-up camera shot of a pair of garishly made-up red lips, female. The lips trembled
slightly and mouthed something. "What?", came a male voice from the background. "Please", the lips
spoke softly. "Please what" "Please fuck me again." "Like last night?" "Yes please" The camera
pulled slowly back to reveal the face, the hair. The girl in the picture was pretty...early 20's,
with large brown eyes and full lips. Her head appeared to be positioned so she was resting her
cheek on a black surface while she spoke. The voice from the background addressed her again:
"Describe what you want me to do." "PLEASE don't make me beg, you know I am yours already. Fuck me,
take me like you did last night." The camera pulled back slowly to reveal the girl's body. It was
now clear that she had been placed on a low-table. She was on her knees on the table, with her face
resting on the table, her back arched such that her ass was sticking straight up in the air. Her
hands stretched behind her towards her ass. The man with the camera began slowly circling the girl,
filming every curve of her lewdly displayed body. When he was positioned directly behind her it was
clear that her legs were placed perfectly together, accentuating the shape of her lovely ass, and
her hands, with perfectly tipped blood red fingernails were grabbing and spreading her asscheecks
wide, totally exposing her asshole and cunt for the camera. The girl was totally naked and
unadorned, with the exception of a pair of shiny black knee high boots with high heels that stuck
out towards the carmera positoned behind her. There was one other adornment, a small plain silver
ring was on one of those red tipped fingers. My first though was "Thank God I'm alone." If Karen
was home and saw this, she'd think I was mail-ordering some amateur porno tapes or something. Karen
was my wife of six months, and I was due to pick her up at the airport in four hours. It was
actually the first time we'd been apart since the wedding. Her company had sent her to Chicago for
a convention. Since I had ample time to dispose of the tape before heading out, I decided to
continue watching because , hey, I'm no prude. The camera guy continued circling, doing extreme
closeups of her body and face, while continuing to encourage her to talk. She never moved out of
her position. If she wasn't naked and so damn sexy, that position might make one think that she was
in prayer to some idol or shrine. "Julie. There's a wedding ring on you finger. You are married.
Why are you here on my table?" "James....please promise me he must never know about this" "I told
you that you may have the tape when we're through. Now tell me why you're here." "I have to have
your cock", She sounded almost ashamed ... "But your husband has a cock, you know..." "Don't remind
me, please fuck me now...use me...do whatever you want...I want your dick so bad" I couldn't
believe what I was seeing. I'd never seen a girl so goddamn desperate. Her thighs began trembling
as the camera circled her. Apparently, the camera guy had a free hand because as he moved he began
to drench her with some sort of oil from a bottle. All over her back, her upturned ass and hands,
her boot covered legs, ever her hair and face. Then he started to rub the oil all over her with his
free hand, which was large, with big thick fingers. The man spoke no more during this, while the
girl kept up an unending filthy dialogue, begging and pleading for the guy's dick. Instead he gave
her fingers, stuck in her mouth, teasing her tongue, messaging her cunt, penetrating her ass, while
she squirmed and squealed and asked to be fucked. Finally she just screamed. "James...PLEASE LET ME
HAVE YOUR COCK!!!" "As you wish..." Then the screen went black. The writhing goddess was replaced
with a large red "#2" Then again the lips...trembling. Except they were different lips... The same
scenario play itself out again, except this girl was blond, slightly older with a more slutty look
and manner. She was adorned in the same way as the other girl. Naked, except for the same shiny
black boots, same red nails and lips, and same wedding ring on one finger. The room was the same,
as was the large, low black table, on which her body was arranged in the same position as the other
girl. The woman went though a similar series of filthy comments, asking to be fucked. And after the
woman had suitably ridiculed her husband and deified the camera operator and his "incredible cock",
the man again said, "As you wish..." And the picture again faded... I started to wonder what this
was all about and who could have possibly sent me this tape. Mentally, I considered the guys I
knew, my friends and whether they could have produced something like this. Probably not. I don't
think that any of my buddies even KNEW any women that looked like these two. I was the one that had
married a hottie. This was a complete puzzle but one that I was enjoying. I did wish that I'd get
to see some actual sex, though. In the meanwhile, on my tv screen, the parade of writhing, willing
sexy women continued... #5 was a sultry brunette, who offered to take the camera operator home
"right now to suck your dick right in front of my husband. I want to show him what a real man looks
like." #7 was a cute green eyed redhead, who kept sliding her fingers into her own asshole, cooing
and murmuring, "put in me...stick it in me...fill me". #9 cried. Literally sobbed, while he made
her talk about her husband, who she said was a "great guy". Not too great apparently, because she
cried right through a thigh-quaking orgasm, while Mr. camera Guy spanked her oiled ass with his
free hand. #12 was a foul-mouthed foxy blond punishment whore, asking the guy to rape her ass and
hurt her with his dick, to "use me like a sex toy. Thirteen women. Thirteen wedding rings. Thirteen
pairs of hot legs encased in shiny black highheeled boots. Thirteen bodies. Thirteen asses stuck
high in the air, held spread wide open by thirteen pairs of red fingertipped hands. My jaw dropped
open in shock when I realized that the gorgeous, begging pleading black haired women that he had
labeled "#14" was my wife Karen. The camera man circled slowly, almost lovingly. He showed the
world (how many people would see this?) every crack and crevice of my wife's beautiful body. He
teased her with the promise of his dick, while she asked and asked and asked.... Of course he asked
her about me. "I don't want to talk about my husband." "Why not?" "Please just let me have it."
"No...I want to know about him." "Please..." "Karen do as your told or you will leave this place."
"What do you want to know?" "Tell me about him." "I love my husband." "Then maybe you should go
now, be with him" "NO...I need more....please make me cum again like last night." "Is his cock
large?" "I used to think it was..." "Does he satisfy you sexually?" "I used to think so...Please
James...can you fuck me now?" "I could my dear, but it sounds like you have a lovely relationship
and I wouldn't want to mess with that." "Dammit James...please forget about him, please just make
me take your cock....force me...use me...make me your slut" "As you wish..." And to add to this
nightmare, this time the screen did not fade to black. The camera operator set the camera down,
apparently on a tripod which was low to the ground, apparently about the same height as the low
table. My wife's whole body was captured on the screen. Then for the first time, the man came into
view. From behind, I could tell that he was a much larger man than myself, maybe 6'2 and built
thick like a linebacker, about 210lbs. There was a black leather band tied around the back of his
head. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her down off the table, bending her over it
so her ass and the back of her legs faced the camera. He forced his large fingers into her ass and
pussy while she moaned and writhed lewdly. Despite the rough treatment she gave back actively,
shaking her behind, impaling herself on his hand. He turned his head toward the camera to reveal
that he was wearing some sort of mask. It was black, leather, vaguely skull shaped and it extended
from his forehead down to the tip of his nose, leaving his mouth and jaw exposed. He stared
silently at the camera, at ME, as he exposed and fingered my wife's cunt and ass. And she came.
I've never seen Karen cum so fast, with so little contract. She screamed and babbled incoherently.
I could see the back of her head move, she tossed her hair and howled ass he manipulated her with
his hand. He gave her a moment then grasped her by the hair again and pulled her toward the camera
and placed her on her knees so that her beautiful face and chest were visible to me.
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And then,
right in front of the camera, right in front of me, on my $1200 dollar television set, in my
comfortable suburban home, he gave her what she asked for. His cock. Not that I've seen a whole lot
of dicks in my life, but this guy was huge. At least twice as long as my 6 inches, and so thick
that I couldn't imaging how he could have sex with a girl. And it was right in Karen's face. As
this whole scenario played out, I racked my brain tying to figure out how this could be happening.
Maybe she's been drugged. Maybe kidnapped and forced. My wife would never do this, never act like
this. All these delusions evaporated in my mind as I saw her expression close up when confronted
with his massive dick. She was definitely alert and heartbreakingly willing, with a mischievous
sexy little smile, and sweet little moans as she petted and tongued his cock. Unprovoked, she
started to talk to him, to it. "Oh my God its so big...I just want it in my mouth." She alternated
between looking right into the camera, and gazing at his dick. I couldn't believe what is was
witnessing. Karen, although being a gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, and good hearted woman (who I was
hopelessly in love with), had never expressed any desire to be treated roughly or dominated. In
fact during our lovemaking, she seemed to always control the game. Now James moved his dick to her
waiting mouth, let her suck it gently at first. She alternated between licking up and down the
giant shaft, and opening wide to accept the huge head inside her mouth. Occasionally James would
grasp the base, and slap her lightly on the forehead, cheeks, lips and tongue. He began to build a
momentum and rhythm. He made her hold her mouth open as wide as she could, while he sawed his dick
in and out, a little deeper each time. He began to pull it entirely out on each stroke. Karen,
unable to close her mouth and confronted by such size, began to door heavily, slobbering all over
his dick. Her eyes opened impossibly wide with as each stroke went deeper and deeper into her
mouth, into her throat. If she tried to close her eyes or look down, he would pull his dick out and
slap her face hard with it, instructing her to "look at my eyes". He pushed her and pushed her,
almost to the limit of suffocation, and on the last few strokes, I swear she must have taken his
entire dick down to the balls. He grabbed her by the hair and thrust her face directly in front of
the camera, exhausted, muttering "ohmigod...ohmigod." The rest went by like a blur...scene after
scene, each lasting about two or three minutes. Each scene a different position. My wife on her
back on the table, holding her legs pinned obscenely behind her head (I didn't know she was that
flexible), while he entered her. She screamed and seemed to orgasm almost immediately as he forced
himself in to the root. James holding my both my wife's legs up, his large hand grabbing both
ankles and holding them together, while he whacked her ass with the other. She incredible pleading
with him to be spanked harder. My wife standing, with James standing behind her, bending her over
at the waist, but holding her head up by the hair, drilling that monster into her while she wailed
and wailed from pleasure, pain or both. James standing with my 115 pound wide in his arms, her arms
around his neck, while he tossed her up and down like a rag doll, impaling her repeatedly on his
dick. My wife on her knees on the table, with her ass facing the camera, begging for anal sex like
the slut that she now was (even I had never fucked her in the ass). When he obliged her roughly,
she let loose with a litany of filthy talk. Mostly centering on how she'd "never been fucked so
good". On how his "cock is SO FUCKING THICK", and on how she couldn't believe "I actually thought
Dan was good!". I was getting sick. The scenes whizzed by, countless different positions. Oral,
anal, vaginal. From mouth to ass to cunt and back. Over and over. I lost count of just how many
orgasms she had. He placed her on the table on her back. I noticed in that this scene something was
different. There was some sort of long metal tool sticking up from the floor. It looked like one of
those pokers that you might find next to an old-fashioned fireplace. James crouched above Karen's
head in a catcher's position, while she sucked and licked his dangling balls. Then in one motion,
he pointed his cock downward into her waiting mouth, turned her lower body toward the camera so her
oiled ass was visible and grabbed the tool. I could no see that end of the tool, which was now
visible was red, no orange. It was red hot. It was a branding iron. James crouched lower and forced
his huge dick deeper into Karen's mouth. It acted as a gag while he pressed the branding iron on to
her right asscheek. She squirmed in pain, but her body was held firmly in place by was hands and
dick. He had branded a small "J" onto her. My wife. When he let her up, tears were streaming down
her face. They looked at one another, face to face. She looked right into that black mask, into his
eyes and quitely whispered "Thank you. Now I belong to you." As a final humiliation, James came on
my wife. Close up to the camera, he shot his thick, white sperm in ropes. On her face, her hair,
her tongue. My wife, who always tried to avoid getting cum in her mouth, now made sure that not a
single drop landed any where but on her. She played with it using her fingers, spreading it around
her face, smiling, swallowing, feeding herself. James disapeared for a few minutes while she played
in front of the camera, giving him what she thought he might want to see. She turned her ass
towards the camera and opened it, sticking gobs of his cum into her cunt and ass, talking filthy,
saying his name over and over, calling herself "Jame's filthy little whore". He came back into the
picture, hardon softened now. Her on her knees and him standing. "Open whore", he said. And he
urinated into her open mouth. Instead of being disgusted she let him. He pissed on her prone body,
from her head to her toes. She was soaked with it, and swallowed a good amount. When he was
finished, he stuck his now soft dick (which was still larger than mine at full erection into her
mouth and the screen froze. red lettering appeared on top of the picture of my wife's face. The
pretty, perfect, covergirl face, now drenched with oil, cum, piss and tears. The words rolled down
the screen: Disclaimer: As with all models in this series, I have no interest in any further
contract with #14. She has been provided with contact information that is false and she will never
be able to contact me again. The location of my production facility is unknown to her, I've made
sure of that. My goals in this production are two fold. First, of course is my own sexual pleasure.
Second is the education of you, the subscriber. Now that you are aware of what your marriage vows
meant to your female, hopefully you may plan the rest of your marriage accordingly. Thank you for
watching. James I sat back in my chair, contemplating what to do. I was due to pick Karen up from
the airport. The only thing I knew about this guy was that he was in Chicago. I was dazed, I mean
what the fuck could I do or say? What would YOU do? April 17, 2000 - Epilogue I think I made the
right decision. I think I proved "James" wrong. The vows do mean something. Something to me, and
now I think they mean something to Karen. I picked Karen up from the airport, kissed her, and
welcomed her home. She looked lovely and glad to be home, if a little preoccupied. So preoccupied
in fact that she probably didn't notice that her husband didn't try to have sex with her on her
first night home from a weeklong trip. The days passed, we worked, talked, slept like a normal
couple. No sex though. She didn't seem to mind, or even register that there was something out of
the ordinary in that. She was always careful not to undress in front of me. I believe it was around
the second week that she became agitated and depressed, no doubt unable to contact James. I let her
stew for another week or so, then one day I sat her down and showed her the tape. I excepted no
explanation, no excuses, no words from her. I made HER then make a decision. "You have two choices,
and think about them carefully. You may have a divorce. If you choose that, you will leave right
now, and have no further contact with me, except through our lawyers. Your other choice is to honor
you marriage vows for the rest of your life and accept my punishment for you transgression." She
thought for about a minute, realizing that her only contact with James would be on video (one of
which did arrive at our home every three weeks or so, each with a different new woman featured) and
with downcast eyes she chose punishment. Life is certainly different for me now. All that stuff
about Love, Honor and Obey seems a little hokey, but Love, Honor and Obey she does, in spades. I
have decided that I will never make love to Karen again, but I do strap her to a table once in a
while and fuck her asshole with a large dildo that I bought from a local novelty store. But
normally her punishment is to sit in a corner and watch while I replay her adulterous transgression
nightly with a series of female friends, escorts, strippers, and any woman that I can manage to
pick up. It's not too difficult. I'm a pretty good looking guy, or so I'm told. I've found that
there are lots of college -age girls around these parts that really get off on screwing a guy while
his wife looks on, shackled to a wall in their marriage bedroom. The part the girls really seem to
like is that after I'm done cumming on them, a really pretty woman wearing nothing but a wedding
ring will clean them thoroughly. With her tongue.
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