Owned By Hubby Part 1



     She was a fiesty wife. Very head strong and very capable of
handling herself with men or women.

     She is my wife and I finally got the upper hand last week.

     Before I go on, I should describe her to you. She is my second
wife, and I am her second husband. Although she is 36 years old, she
stands 4'11 1/2", weighs 113 lbs., and has brown eyes, with straight
black hair.(down to her waist) She is hispanic. She is very strong for
her size and works in a retirement home. She deals with Altzeimers
patients who are fairly large and has to help them dress and undress,
etc. It was not unusual for her to fight and win. Ever since she was
small, she had to fight for everything she wanted and possessed.

     Marie,(not her real name) likes to drink and usually drinks by
herself. George Thuroughgood, is one of her favorite singers, and her
favorite song by him is, "I Drink Alone." Which describes her drinking
habits well.

     We have had our arguements off and on, but two weeks ago, we had a
doozie. After she got off of work, and while I was still working, she
decided to walk down to a bar. Alone of course. It was an unusually
warm afternoon, and she only wore a pair of bermuda shorts and a long
sleeve blouse, with a wind-breaker type jacket. Finishing off with
tennis shoes. She knew I would find her when I got off of work myself,
so she started downing draught beers. It must have been a bad day and
add to that, her family was usually argueing about something or the
other. This set the stage for her 4th cousin to try and console her.
He, is married, and had his wife along. After about two hours of trying
to get the family speaking again, and about 7 beers later I showed up.
It was just statring to get dark outside, as it does darken earlier
this time of year. As I walked into the front door of the bar I noticed
her talking at the back end of the bar to another hispanic guy.
Figuring it was her relation, I stopped near the front and ordered a
beer for myself. As I got my beer, I headed to the back of the bar and
was stopped by an old high school friend of mine for a couple minutes.
While answering his questions, I noticed my wife and the hispanic guy
head for the backdoor. I cut my visit short and continued to the rear
of the bar. When I got there, after pushing myself through the crowd, I
noticed the young hispanic woman.

I immediately asked her who the guy was with my wife. She answered in
broken english, "cousin." We chatted for about ten minutes before I
asked her where my wife and her husband went. She shrugged her
shoulders, as if to say, "I don't know." Figuring originally they were
in the bathrooms, I was now curious.

     After finishing my beer I ordered another and excused myself to
the bathroom. Empty! Next stop, out the back door which people seldom
use because of it's lack of lighting. I slowly walked outside and
closed the door, allowing my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. As I
stood there in the dark. I heard talking and giggling. As everthing
came into focus, I could se my wife sitting on a little knoll, next to
a driveway, about 40 feet away. Next to her, was her cousin. They were
talking in spanish and I couldn't make out what was said. But soon I
didn't need to. As I stood leaning on the railing, her,"cousin" pushed
her back down to the ground and started kissing her while trying to
unbutton her blouse. I could see she was kissing him back and soon her
blouse was wide open. Her white bra stood out nicely, compared to her
bronze skin. Withour much formality, her "cousin" pushed her bra up
over her breasts and then proceeded to suck on her nipples. Meanwhile
he expertly got between her legs and started pulling her shorts of.
While waiting for my wife to stop this attack, I noticed her raising
her ass off the ground to accomodate his removal of her shorts and
panties all at once. He immediatly was back attatched to her nipple and
then I made my move. As I, quickly and quietly walked over to their
side I could see his hand feverishly trying to undo his pants. As I
arrived behind him, I heard my wife groan, as his ass moved forward
swiftly. There was no sentiment or ceremony here though. As I watched
him fuck my wife he tensed up and I heard him grunting. He was coming
inside my wife. My unprotected wife. Without a rubber.

     It was then that I first spoke. "What the fuck are you doing?" I
asked, scaring the crap out of him.

     He turned his head so fast, he should have gotten whip-lash, but
as he saw me standing there, he turned white. He jumped up kneeing my
wife in the leg, causing her to yelp in pain. As he was getting up, he
was pulling his pants up, and had them buckled before standing fully
erect.

     His face was one of terror. He had been busted. He never said a
word, just ran back to the bar and left my wife holding her leg from
the charlie-horse he had given her, while still basically nude in
public.

     I went to her and tried to help her compose herself before anybody
pulled into the driveway. She was drunk and really out of it. I knew my
wife could not hand much beer, but I had often seen her drink more than
that, in a shorter amout of time, and still be reasonably sober. As I
had her stand up, I had her lean on me and I pulled her shorts and
underwear up. As I did, I noticed copious amounts of sperm running down
her leg. and as I got her shorts to her knees a big blob of cum smacked
the gusset of her underwear. I thought to myself, this guy must have
shot a half a cup of cum into her pussy, and only after 8 to 10
strokes. I asked her if she wanted to go home and change or would she
like to clean up in the ladies room at the bar. She opted for the
ladies room.

     As we got into the bar, my old friend asked what happened, as he
related to me, that as soon as the hispanic guy came back in, he picked
up his money, collected his wife, and got the hell out of there,
without a word. Although  he was looking very white.

     As my wife returned from the ladies room, I whispered into her
ear, she owed me something now. And, it wasn't going to be just a
blowjob either. She grabbed her beer and drank it down and asked where
we were going. I told her, "bar hopping."

     As we left she was starting to realize what had transpired in the
last fifteen minutes. She was deep in thought as we walked to another
bar close by. Suddenly she stopped, grabbed my arm, and spun me around
to face her. Tears were running down her cheeks. She started to speak
but was mute as only her lips moved and no sound came out. She realized
she had fucked up royally and had no plausible excuse for it. That is
when I spoke.

     "Who the hell was that guy? What the fuck were you thinking. What
kind of slut are you?" I fired at her these questions in quick
sucssession.

     Again she stood mute with her lips trembling and making no sound.
Her tears continued. Her head dropped down ward as she looked at the
sidewalk.

     Again I sternfully bashed her. "Just what kind of whore are you?
Did you beg him to fuck you? Answer me."

     As she started sobbing loudly, she said, "He is my nephew's
friend. I only went out to talk to him. He was talking and then we sat
down. The next thing I know he was pulling my pants down. He took
advantage of me."

     I glared at her and said, "You even lifted your ass up to help him
get in your slut whore pants."

     She sobbed again, "I'm sorry, I didn't know...."

     I cut her off, "You didn't know I was watching, or you didn't know
I was there at all?"

     Tears were really flowing now as she started to sober up. "I
never...."

     Again I cut her off. "You never expected me to see that or you
never got caught before?"

     I was really making her feel like shit when she actually started
bawling her eyes out. I was nervous now as we were on a public street
and someone could easily mistake me for an abuser of women by the way
it would look to them. I figured she was hurting enough when I said,
"Oh knock it off. Let's get going and we'll discuss this later after I
figure out what I am going to do." As I walked away.

     This caught her by surprise as she was thinking she still had a
hope of keeping our marriage together. She wiped her eyes with the back
of her hands and ran to follow me to the next bar.

     Nothing was said for the next two blocks as she struggled to keep
up with me and entered the bar behind me. There we only 4 people in the
bar and I knew all of them. As I sat down on a bar stool, my wife sat
on the stool next to me. I ordered us a couple of beers and when the
bartender left I looked at my wife and said. "Go to the ladies room and
clean your crotch out. You smell like a whore.... and fix your makeup."

     She dutifully left to go into the back by the ladies room as I
told the bartender I had to use the toilet also. I went past the men's
room and to the ladies room and knocked on the door. My wife said
through the door that it was occupied. I told her it was me and she
opened the door. As the door opened she was sitting on the pot staring
at me. I came into the small room and closed and locked the door behind
me. I looked down at her and she had this sad frightened look on her
face. I told her to unzip my pants and take my cock out. With trembling
fingers she did so. As she slowly jerked on my cock I ordered her,
"suck it, right now."

     Without hesitating, she leaned into my groin and took my dick in
her mouth. She was really doing a wonderful job and I knew I had her.

     "Was he any good? I asked as she sucked.

     "I don't remember." She answered after removing my cock from her
mouth.

     I then said, "Stick it back in your mouth and don't take it out
until I tell you I've had enough."

     She immediately mouthed my cock again.

     "Did you like it?" I asked.

     "Ung uh," she replied through her full mouth.

     "If you want to be a whore, you can be MY WHORE." I said.

     "Uh huh" She replied.

     "So you are willing to be my whore? Are you willing to do whatever
I ask? No matter how disgusting you may find it?" I pressed.

     Thinking this was the only way to save her marriage and her stable
life style she mumbled, "Uh Huh."

     I stepped back against the door which was right behind me and as I
did she leaned so far ahead she fell off the toilet, trying to keep my
cock in her mouth. She was really trying to please me and follow my
orders. As she got up, she immediately stuck my cock back in her mouth,
and continued sucking and licking it.

     "Enough." I said.

     She let go of my cock and stood up to kiss me, feeling relieved.

     I turned my head to the side, avoiding her kiss, and said, "If you
are serious about your answer, take your panties off and bring them to
me in the bar after you clean up your fuck hole, and get dressed."

     I turned and unlocked the door and went to the bar. By the time I
got back to the bar there was a couple of my wifes girlfriends sitting
next to her stool. They both greeted me and started chatting with me
asking me where my wife was at. I told them she was in the ladies room
and would be out shortly, bringing me a gift. Soom there was another
male friend of mine who sat down next to me. We were talking as my wife
returned from the ladies room and sat next to me. She was clasping her
hand tight into her lap as she sat. I figured now was the perfect time
to see if she was serious about her answer to do what ever I wanted.

     "I think you have something for me, dodn't you?" I asked my wife
loud enough for all to hear.

     She looked pale and had the "deer in the headlights" look on her
face, as she stared at me.

     "Well? Do you have something for me or not?" I asked.

     My wife was ready to run but stayed sitting and pleaded with her
eyes, for me to not do this here, with everybody so close. After a
stern look from me she knew she was going to have to show everyone what
she had in her hand.

     I immediately put both of my hands on the bar in front of me so
there was no way she could sneak them into my hand discreetly.

     I waited patiently while my wife contemplated her move. With a
over-exaggerated sigh she put her clenched fist on the bar next to
mine. I looked straight ahead as if my mind were a thousand miles away.
With a nudge of her elbow she turned her fist fingertips up and slowly
opened her hand. There were her light orange silk panties all balled
up. After being scrunched up in her fist they slowly un-balled
themselves and soon filled her hand. My wife placed them in my hand and
whispered that she had rinsed them out and they were still quite damp.

     Her girlfriends both asked where she had gotten them. and my wife
flushed with embarrassment, as she told them, they were hers. One of
her friends immediately looked shocked and excused herself, the other,
however, drew a mischievious grin on her face. My friend was smiling
broadly and almost ready to high-five me. I held them up and strung
them between my index fingers of both hands as if to inspect them,
showing the entire bar what I was holding.

     My friend was beside himself, and asked how I got those. I looked
to my wife and told her to tell him. With a shy, demure, demeanor she
said they were hers, and she was only doing as I wished. My friend then
said he would love to have a pair like that. I handed them to him and
he was awed by the sight and feel.

     "They're all wet," he said holding them up.

     "I know," I said, "my wife is a wet one." Then I chuckled, making
my wife blush.

     "As I looked past my wife, I saw her remaining girlfriend laugh
almost too much at my statement." I then asked her, "Do yours ever get
that wet?"

     "Nancy,(her friend) replied, "Only when I'm around a stud like
you." And then she laughed some more.

     Knowing I had the upper hand here, and without fear of anger from
my wife I asked Nancy, "Could I see yours, just to double check your
statement?"

     My wife would normally be furious at this remark, but under the
circumstances she could do nothing but fake a light hearted smile.

     As my friend left with his trophy and started away, I looked to
Nancy and she must have known something was up as she answered my
previous question. "I'll show you but it has to be somewhere private. I
don't need all these people seeing me in a thong."

     I gently elbowed my wife as I asked her, "Hon, you don't mind if I
go back by the ladies room and check this out do you?"

     Her eyes flashed as she looked at me and I mouthed the words
"whatever I want." Her glare changed to fear and she shook her head no.

     I asked again, waiting for a verbal answer. She said, "whatever
you want, is OK with me."

     "Nancy, why don't you go back to the ladies room and I'll be back
there soon." My wife was tightening her fists trying not to get up and
deck Nancy.

     "Don't be long, they might dry." Nancy said as she winked at me
behind my wife's back, as she went to the back room.

     I whispered into my wife's ear, "Remember, whatever I want, or we
can discuss divorce in the morning."

     With sad pitiful eyes, my wife spoke, "Whatever you want, anything
at all." And they her gaze fell to the floor.

     As I got off my stool to join Nancy, I whispered in my wife's ear,
"Don't worry honey, I won't fuck her. You're the slut, not me." And
then I went to the backroom, leaving my wife with tears running down
her cheeks.

     As I turned the corner by the ladies room, the door was still
open. I peeked around the door and saw Nancy. She first asked if my
wife was OK with this. I told her yes. She grinned and said, "I don't
know how you pulled this off, but I know Marie, and she would kick my
ass if she knew I was back here with you alone normally. What have you
got on her? Something juicy I hope."

     I did not answer Nancy, I just asked her, "Are we going to do this
or not?"

     Nancy got a surprised look on her face and then said, "Absolutely
lover, come into my office." She pulled me into the cramped ladies room
and asked, "Do you want me naked or do you want only to see my thongs?"

     "Are they wet? or are you just a tease?" I asked

     "I'll show you if they are wet." Nancy said as she lifted her
skirt and pulled at the tiny thread of a waistband on her thongs to
pull them down and off her legs in one swift movement. She handed them
to me and asked, "Are they wet or do I lie?"

     She did not lie, the thin piece of material was dripping with
female essence. I looked at her and she was licking her lips as she
stared at my bulge. As I stood watching her, she reached for my zipper
and muttered, "If I am going to get my ass kicked by your wife, I might
just as well get what I want out of this." She pulled my zipper down
completely and fish out my now erect cock. She looked at it and then me
as she said, "I've wanted this hunk of meat for a long time, and now I
will not be deprived of it." She then sat on the same toilet my wife
sat on as she sucked my cock into her mouth.

     "What a big dick you've got, and those balls are huge." She said
as she opened her mouth to expertly lick and suck my meat. As she
sucked she used her hand to grasp mine and place it on her boob.
Feeling quite good I mauled her tits, first the right one and then the
left. She was moaning so loud as she sucked I was sure everybody in the
bar heard her. Her expertise was not wasted as she soon had me on the
brink.

     "I'm gonna shoot. You better stop. I can't hold out anymore." I
said in a ragged whisper. This only spurned her on and she was soon
deepthoating me. I came buckets and then some down her throat. She was
superb. Never gagged or choked, just kept swallowing until I was spent.
I had weak knees and was in heaven, as I slumped against the door.
Nancy remanded my now semi-soft meat back to me and smiled.

     "That was better than I would have imagined. You were great. Now I
am wet." Nancy said breathlessly. As she stood again she raised her
skirt and said, "See? It's all puffy from just the thought of that huge
dick. I'd spread my legs for you anytime you want. Just give two
minutes notice." Smiling she lowered her skirt again.

     I rearranged my self and zipped up still holding Nancy's thong.
"Want these back?" I asked.

     "No," She said, "Keep them as a souvenier."

     A devious thought entered my mind. "Here, take them and give them
to Marie."

     As Nancy thought about it she said, "Oh wow, I can't wait to see
the look on her face." Then she grabbed them from me, and we exited the
ladies room.

     As we got back into the barroom, Marie was absent mindedly tapping
her glass with her finger in time with the music. I touched her
shoulder as I sat down. She looked at me with fire in those spanish
eyes yet said nothing.

     Nancy sat down on the other side of her and laid her thong on the
bar. Marie looked at her and then me. Nancy then spoke, "We thought you
might want these, seeing as how you don't have yours." Marie was
furious that her own girlfriend would ridicule her like this.

     Marie looked at me and quietly mouthed the words, "You told her!?"

     I shook my head no and grabbed her arm before she could get up and
kick Nancy's ass for being so crass. Marie slumped down on the stool,
now totally whipped and humiliated.

     I knew I now owned my wife and she must put up with my fantasies
or she would find herself in divorce court. This was going to be alot
of fun.

     As I finished my drink, I asked Nancy if she would like to go
along with us and barhop. Nancy caught on and readily agreed. Marie
however, was wondering what else was in store for her as she picked up
Nancy's thong and put it in her pocket, as we all left.