Chapter 5

I couldn't believe it! My slut wife was in the hospital on that Monday. She had surgery to change her body like Mr. Williams, my boss, wanted it. After all, she was my wife, but she was primarily his slut.

But what I really could not believe was he gave me his other slut, Trudy, his secretary, to use while he was out of town for the week. Not only could I use her, but I was helping him train her, too. I was very honored Mr. Williams was trusting me with such an important job. I had never trained a slut before. In fact, I had never fucked a woman except Becky. Now, I was going to get Trudy, to fuck and to train.

I was very excited when I got to Trudy's apartment after work. I had the riding crop Mr. Williams gave me hidden under my coat. I knocked hard on the door.

Trudy, wearing a bathrobe, had a wild, sexy smile when she opened the door.

"Hi, Bobby. What took you so long? Come on in."

When I walked in, she kissed me long and hard. The robe fell open and she was naked underneath it.

"I want you, Bobby. I want you to fuck me," she groaned, rubbing her body against me.

She was a lot more eager than my Becky was for me, but I thought something was funny.

"First, I need to whip you, Trudy."

"No, please, don't do it."

"Mr. Williams told me to do it."

"He will never know. We can tell him you did it. Let me fuck you, Bobby. I will fuck you so hard you will forget about the wh ipping."

I pushed her away.

"Trudy, Mr. Williams has entrusted me with his slut's punishment and I intend to do it just as he wants, whether the slut is Becky or you. Now, he said for you to show me how to hang you by your feet."

"Please, no, Bobby," she said very softly.

She spread her legs for me to see her shaved pussy. She moved against me, rubbing her body on mine. Man, was I hard! But, I was going to do what Mr. Williams wanted.

"I will whip you, Trudy. Do it now or I will tell him you tried to get out of your punishment."

"All right," she answered with great disappointment.

I certainly hoped Trudy was going to show me what Mr. Williams intended for her to show me. I followed her into the bedroom. She let the robe drop to the floor. She had a very nice body, but I guessed it was not nearly as nice as Becky was going to be after her surgery.

Trudy sat on the floor and fastened leather restraints to her wrists and ankles. She pulled them very tight. She told me what to do. I attached her wrists to her ankles. Mr. Williams had installed a pulley system in her bedroom for suspending her when he wanted to do it. I attached the rope which ran through the pulley to her ankles and pulled. Slowly, her legs rose in the air. With her arms tied to her ankles, she was bent almost double. I kept pulling.

"You are not nearly as strong as Mr. Williams," she said. "He could raise me all the way with one hand."

Maybe I was not as strong as Mr. Williams, but I was strong enough to get the job done. I kept pulling until she was off the ground and was swinging in the air.

I was so hard! I had never been this hard. I found the crop.

"Bobby, you better gag me before you start. I don't want the neighbors to call the police."

I found the gag. It was a ball with a leather strap to buckle behind her head. Her eyes were wide and excited as I buckled it as tightly as it would go. I thought Trudy was looking forward to this. I remembered how much Mr. Williams' other slut, Becky, my wife, enjoyed being whipped when she was tied over his desk.

Trudy was swinging in the air, her legs straight, her body bent since her wrists were attached to her ankles. I could see her face. I could also see her lovely legs and her shaved pussy. Her ass hole winked at me.

Nobody had said otherwise so I decided that whipping a woman was best performed when naked. I undressed. Trudy was watching me, looking like a chipmunk trying to swallow a racquet ball with that gag in her mouth. I guess that is what gave me the idea. I had played racquet ball a few times.

In racquet ball, you step into the swing and snap your wrist. I lined up behind Trudy. She started whimpering through the gag. She was swinging more, trying to get away. I pulled the crop back and swung, putting my weight behind it and popping my wrist just like in racquet ball.

Wow! The welt just seemed to appear from nowhere right where her ass meets her thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag. She was moving like crazy, pulling up and down on the rope, like a yo-yo. I saw the piss flying from her and the sweat break out. Trudy had a wild, pained look on her face.

When I pulled the crop back for the second stroke, she jerked and swung violently in the air. I waited for her to stop swinging. It took me forty minutes to give her all ten because of all her movement. I certainly hoped Mr. Williams would approve. I had landed them between her knees and the top of her ass, just like he wanted. She was so exhausted by the last two, she had quit struggling. She just sobbed, as she hung there limply.

My cock had been so hard the whole time. I thought what would Mr. Williams do? I decided he would fuck her in the ass as she hung there. So I did. I pushed my cock in her pussy a few times to lubricate it. Then, I grabbed her hips, and stuck my cock against her ass hole. I pulled on her hips.

What a feeling! Me! Bobby! Fucking a woman's ass for the first time. And, not just any woman, but one of my boss' sluts who I'd just whipped. Her ass hole was so tight. Her legs and ass were so hot against me from the whipping. I pulled her back and forth. Her ass quivered around my cock. I did not even try to hold back. I just let my balls empty themselves in her ass. After I recovered and took her down, I lay her on the bed and removed the gag.

"Mr. Williams is going to be very angry with you, Bobby," she snapped.

"Why?" I was appalled. I wanted him to be pleased.

"You whipped me too hard. These stripes will be here a week from now. He said to make them hard enough so they would go away in twelve hours. Remember?"

"I was doing my best. He said to be too hard rather than too light."

"Well, you were way too hard!"

I was devastated. I certainly hoped the stripes disappeared before Mr. Williams got back. I was trying so hard to please him.

Tuesday and Wednesday at lunch Trudy sucked my cock in Mr. Williams office. I held off as long as I could to give her the best training possible. I looked at her stripes each night when I slept with her at her place. I did not whip her again, but I did not need to. The stripes were very obvious, particularly that first one. She told me it still hurt like hell. I could feel the welt against me when I fucked her doggy style.

Wednesday the doctor called. They were going to pierce Becky that afternoon and he wanted me to come watch. I was so excited. I had missed my wife.

Becky was laying in the hospital room when I stuck my head in the door. She looked tired, which surgery does to you. The sheet was pulled back so I could see her. I could see the sutures under her breasts where the implants had been inserted. Her whole middle was wrapped in bandages from the liposuction. And her poor face. She looked like she had butted heads with a rhino. Her face was black and blue with bandages across her nose.

"Hello, Bobby," she said sweetly. "I've missed you."

"I missed you, too."

I stood by the bed, holding her hand. I was afraid to kiss her but she raised her lips to me. It felt so good to kiss her again. I was surprised how different it felt after kissing Trudy for three days. Becky was a much better kisser even with the bandages on her nose.

"Becky, your breasts are so big."

She laughed, snorting through the bandages around her reconstructed nose.

"Bobby, these aren't breasts. Breasts are those little things I had before. These are TITS! Big tits. Aren't they magnificent? I just love them. You know, Bobby, all sluts should have big tits like these. Go ahead. You can touch them, just be gentle."

I stroked her breast, I mean tit. It felt so firm and tight.

"Oh, that felt good. I can tell these tits are going to need a lot of TLC from now on. From the way the doctor and male attendants drool over them, I bet these tits will get all the loving they need."

"When will the doctor be here?"

"Anytime. How have you been?"

"Fine. I'm helping Mr. Williams train his other slut. I've been sleeping with her everynight since you entered the hospital."

Tears burst from her eyes.

"What do you mean? Do you have someone else?"

"No, Becky. I'm just assisting Mr. Williams."

"But I don't want you to have sex with someone else," she sobbed. "I want you to be faithful to me."

"Becky, you have other people. Many other people."

She got really angry at me. She sat up in bed. Fire shot from her eyes.

"That's different. I'm a slut. Sluts fuck who their man wants them to fuck. Sluts even fuck around if it is all right with their man. But you're my husband. You're suppose to be faithful. Jesus Christ, Bobby! I can't believe you cheated on me!"

"It wasn't cheating. Mr. Williams told me to do it."

"Mr. Williams told me," she said mockingly. "Do you do everything Mr. Williams says? You wimp! Well, I don't give a shit what Mr. Williams says. I'm your wife. If you have another woman, I'll leave you! Do you understand me?"

"You do everything Mr. Williams says," I answered defensively.

"That's different. He's a man, not a wimp. I'm his woman. His whorish, cock loving, hard fucking, big titted slut! I'll always do what he says. But you better not touch anyone else! I'm warning you!"

I was crushed. I couldn't believe Becky was talking to me like that. Why she was so upset? I wasn't playing around. I was obeying Mr. Williams just like she was.

I was trying to decide what to say when the doctor and two nurses came in the room. The nurses were men and strong. They began tying my Becky to the bed. One nurse pulled her tongue out and attached a clamp, holding the tongue tip out where he could reach it. The clamp had a bar which fit against her mouth to keep her from pulling her tongue back.

The doctor leaned over Becky and said, "Normally, we spray a little topical anesthetic and penetrate quickly to minimize pain. But Mr. Williams wants you to feel this. So, no anesthetic and the brad goes in real slowly. Here it is."

He held up the brad for her to see. It was like a thumbtack except the top was more rounded and had small bumps all over it. He seized the end of her tongue in forceps and held it still. He put the pointed end of the brad against her tongue and pushed.

She screamed as blood shot everywhere. I fainted.

The nurse was bending over me. There was a cold towel on my forehead. He moved me to a kneeling position with my head between my legs, so the blood would return to my brain. He got me a glass of juice. When I was stable, I stood by the bed and looked down at my Becky. I couldn't see the piercing in her navel because they had replaced the bandages. She was still tied to the bed, wrists attached to the corners above her head, legs in a frog style with her knees spread and tied. The rings in her pussy were clearly visible.

"Hurts," she mumbled, except it sounded like "herth" with the new brad in her tongue.

She smiled shyly. I decided the best thing to do was to leave and come back tomorrow. I kissed her goodbye and left. But I didn't go back to the hospital until Saturday when it was time to take her home.

Becky was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She was wearing a cheap, loose dress that came to mid thigh. It has a square bodice which her tits, as she called them, overflowed. When I entered, she stood and put her arms around me.

"Oh, Bobby. I was afraid you'd left me. You frightened me not coming back. Why didn't you return my phone calls? Please, Bobby, I don't want to lose you!"

"I needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I was thinking over what was going on in our lives. That and I spent every available moment having sex with Trudy, which I really enjoyed a lot.

"I'm sorry I was nasty to you, Bobby," she murmured in my ear. "Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so very much, and, you really are the perfect husband for me."

She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my tongue. I was going to like that brad.

"You're perfect for me, Bobby. Not just any man could love a slut like me. Not just any husband would be so understanding when his slut wife fucked other men. Please, Bobby, tell me you'll stay with me and that I'm forgiven for being nasty to you."

"Of course, I forgive you. I love you."

"Oh, Bobby. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me home."

I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her own bed. Saturday she slept most of the day. It was Sunday morning before she felt like talking again. She was sitting up as I removed the dishes left from her breakfast in bed.

"Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes locked onto me intently.

I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but she seemed calm.

"Trudy."

"Trudy? Why she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I am. I was afraid you might have been with someone who would make you want to leave me. I'm not worried about Trudy," she said smugly.

"You don't need to worry about anyone, Becky. I'll never leave you."

"I know that now. I really shouldn't have said anything. If Mr. Williams told you to do it, I'm glad you did. But, please, Bobby, don't go chasing women. Come to me. I'm the best fuck you could find anyway. And look at the way I look. I'm a fucker's playground now, Bobby, and you're welcome in my sandbox any time."

Becky did look like a fucker's playground, with those huge tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look more inviting, and with those piercings everywhere. But it was more than that. She had a look in her eye, a smile on her face, which said, "I want to be fucked now."

I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked anything was upset if her husband had another woman. I didn't need to understand. I needed Becky to be happy with me. She seemed to be happy, happy with me, herself and Mr. Williams. I wanted to keep her that way.

"I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I'm off limits until tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you want. Maybe we can try out this new brad."

She had a happy smile on her face. Her Becky smile. The one I liked so much.

"Come on. Get your clothes off and lie down. I'll play with you."

When I lay down naked on the bed, she scooted up against me. Those huge tits rested against my chest. She started playing with my cock.