Page 5 of Punishing Her

I nod in response. I am clean and on pills, too. There is no chance I am getting pregnant by a random friend of my husband. It will even be a complicated case in this situation. I am sure Kyle would have assured his friends too.

Kyle walks back to his buddies, and they talk in indistinct tones. I am not as bothered about their discussions as I am about how I will stiffen my body and not come for these men so my husband can win his bets and for me to escape further punishment. I don't want to begin to imagine these men having their tongues on my folds and clit.

Kyle is so good with licking me that I have come in his face before. Allowing his friends to lick me is a recipe for failure. I will come if they do that, especially as I anticipate sex and now have four cocks to deal with. Again, it is the first I will sleep with a group. It is not a group sex, but four men will take turns with me while others, including my husband, will sit and watch. Suppose Kyle wants voyeuristic satisfaction as punishment for disobeying him. In that case, he is about to get it, and I will give him images to linger in his memory.

Still, I dread what will happen if I come with any of his buddies. Then, I recall that only one man has ever made me come: Kyle. He knows my body and masters my reactions during sex. Kyle knows when to use his tongue or hand to make me climax. He is also good with his cock inside me, holding back his seed until I am ready and we explode together. I feel Kyle knows that these men don't know how to do those things for him to be sure to place a bet.

Whatever Kyle thought it was, I was going to do my best for him to win his bet on me. It is the toughest thing he has asked me to do, with the stakes equally high. But this means nothing when his four buddies start to remove their boots.

My heart thumps in my chest like it was my first time having sex. Landon steps forward and turns and twists his neck and breaks his knuckles.

“I am going first,” Landon announces.

Kyle gazes at me for a while from his seat before he springs up and approaches me.

“No squirting,” Kyle reminds me in a stern voice.

I nod, and he returns to his chair with crossed legs and a cigarette to watch Landon have sex with me. When Landon walks closer, I stiffen my stomach and resolve not to let a drop of my water squirt.

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Chapter Four

Itry not to stare when Landon pulls down his trousers and briefs. I don't want to have any emotional connection to him or see how large or small his dick is and begin to analyze it. I want him to go inside me, do what he must, and leave for the next person.

It's part of my strategy to ensure I don't come while making out with any of the four men. I expect Landon to lick me before inserting his penis into my wet vagina. I close my eyes so I can detach myself from the action. But Landon has other ideas.

"Come on, mate," I heard Ian yelling at Landon.

I open my eyes and see the other three in their briefs, and the size of their bulges terrifies me. I look out for Ryan and notice how his bulge drools like a hanging bag. I wonder if he is fully erect already.

As I think about Ryan’s size, something I’ve vowed not to do, I feel Landon’s finger on my nipples. His first touch feels so good that I cringe before I remind myself of Kyle’s bet.

“You’re fucking sensitive,” Landon said, "Can I lick them?”

To lick my breasts, pussy, and have sex with me from the first man will break me in no time, assuming others do the same thing or more. I wish Kyle would say no to him.

"Your pick. Tits or cunt? You can only lick one and not both," Kyle said, "You already touched the tits, so you choose wisely."

Thank goodness. I can cope with one. I am not too surprised when Landon chooses to lick my pussy.

“Fuck, man! I can’t miss out on licking her well, you know? That’s a must for me,” Landon says, removing his hands from my breasts.

Landon’s statement draws loud laughter from Ian, Neal, and Ryan. They ask him to maximize his chance and make me come.

“Lick her well and make her beg for your rod,” Neal said.

I will not beg them to have sex with me, no matter how they touch or lick me. It will not happen, as that will likely cause a rift with Kyle. Only Kyle makes me beg for sex, and I still don't know how he does it. I am a slave to him, and I love it that way.

When I feel Landon’s finger on my asshole, I almost ask Kyle if that place was part of the arrangement with his work friends. I met Kyle with a virgin asshole. It was my gift to him; no one has ever shared that hole. But soon, Landon’s finger moves away from the hole and into my vagina.

Landon plays with my folds, and I hear the smack of his fingers, and he licks them.

“Your wife is fucking sweet,” Landon said.

"Yeah! I know, so I am sharing her with my friends. But remember, no finger-fucking her," Kyle responded.

“I’m only scooping her water, man. She is damn creamy, you know?" Landon retorted.

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