VALERIE’S HUMILIATION
My wife, Valerie, loved sexual humiliation. Over the 12 years of our marriage we had tried just about everything. We started with my wife flashing her cunt and tits on buses, trains and in taxis. More than once Valerie’s beautiful shaved cunt saved us the taxi fare after the driver had a good look at her snatch and/or tits. We both loved nude beaches and Valerie often went by herself during the week. The stories she told me about men of all ages taking every opportunity to stare between her spread legs at her pussy. My wife keeps her cunt totally shaved so there is nothing obscuring their view. The younger men tried their luck but our agreement was I had to be there if she was to take up any offers of sex. On quite a few occasions, when I was there, Valerie took different men around the rocks for sex. The turn on for my wife was that she knew the other people on the beach knew she was going with them to get fucked. Also, there was no real privacy around the rocks and other men or couples could watch her being fucked.
Valerie loved threesomes and foursomes, always with men. I didn’t mind in the least. Sexually and emotionally Valerie was the only woman I needed. We progressed to that very British game of ‘dogging’. Going to lover’s lanes and letting strangers peer through our car windows while we fucked was great fun. It was on our fourth ‘dogging’ trip that my wife let some of the strangers fuck her over the bonnet of our car. The fact that Valerie had no idea who was fucking her or who was watching made it very exciting for both of us. The fact our Jag had personalised number plates that spelt our surname added to Valerie’s sense of danger and possible public humiliation. Dogging became a once a month tradition for us for over a year and a half. After I found ten photos of my wife on a dogging site it put a bit of a damper on things for a while. I knew men were photographing and even videoing my wife being fucked but neither of us gave the ‘net a thought. After Valerie found even more photos of herself on dogging sites we decided to be a little more discreet. We left our car at home and used a hire car whenever we went dogging. Dogging was not really a fair description any more. I rarely fucked my wife at the dogging areas but merely supplied her for the use of others. Photos and videos were still being taken but Valerie was more aware of where the cameras were. We found many more photos on sites but in very few could she have been identified by friends or ******.
We even had some fun letting my male friends and even some of Valerie’s work colleagues see her naked. ‘Accidently’ leaving bedroom or bathroom doors open while my wife was dressing or showering afforded many a male friend a good look at Valerie’s assets. Whenever we had a BBQ or pool party I made sure that some of Val’s male workmates were invited. Letting her workmates see her in her tiny thong bikini was a turn on for me and Val. I would send one or two of her male friends to our bedroom to change after the pool knowing full well that Val was in there changing. She was caught naked enough times for her friends to know it wasn’t an accident. I hoped, it did, would lead to humiliating and sexual adventures at work for my wife. Valerie loved the humiliation of knowing most of my male friends and five of her male colleagues had seen her naked. Valerie told me that two weeks after the pool party four of those work colleagues gangbanged her after work in the basement car park. The fifth guy was married and didn’t want to fuck Valerie but it didn’t stop him watching the action. He also videoed and photographed Valerie being gangfucked on his iphone. This lead to other male work colleagues fucking her over the years. Everyone in the office, including her boss, knew she had become a fuckslut for the office. Brian, her boss, hasn’t fucked her yet but he told Val he has seen the videos and is aware of what is going on. Valerie said she enjoys work so much more with the humiliation that everyone knows she is a slut.
The experience with her colleagues opened up a whole new avenue for Valerie, gangbangs. Valerie said the humiliation of being naked in front of five friends/colleagues and being used in any way they chose was almost overwhelming. Working with the same men the next day and knowing full well that they would have bragged about fucking her was heaven. Over the next eight months my beautiful English bride was gangbanged eleven times. The most at any one time was nine men and the least was four. Several of her colleagues and a couple of my friends participated in the gangbangs. The rest of the men were friends of friends or friends of her colleagues. STDs were obviously a worry so any men fucking my wife had to be vouched for. Valerie is incapable of having children so pregnancy wasn’t a worry. Bareback would have been Valerie’s preference anyway. Neither of us had any idea how many of our friends knew about Valerie being a gangbang slut. Not knowing who knew added to Valerie’s humiliation and sexual enjoyment.
Gangbangs were fantastic for both of us. I enjoyed watching my wife being used and in some cases abused and Valerie learnt new skills. My wife can now deepthroat as good as any porn star and loves anal sex. She loves double penetration and with some effort can take two average cocks in her cunt. The ‘no holes barred’ gangbangs have widened my wife’s sexual experience and given her much of the humiliation she craves. But it was still not enough. After viewing the ‘Public Humiliation’ site on the ‘net she decided that she wanted to try it. I tried to explain that it was probably a set up and not as ‘public’ as it seemed. Val would have none of it. She wanted to do it and asked me to try and set it up.
Arranging something like that is obviously very difficult. The clips on the ‘net showing women being lead naked down the street is not possible in New England! Valerie being naked in semi-public areas was not a problem but we couldn’t risk arrest and criminal charges. I spoke to the friends that had fucked Valerie and even asked her work colleagues but no-one could think of a way to fulfil my wife’s needs. When I told Val I had asked her work colleagues about setting up her public humiliation I thought she was going to faint with embarrassment. She went to work the next day knowing that all her male colleagues knew of her kinky needs. Brian, her boss, called her into his office after lunch. He told Val he had heard of her needs and might have an idea. He told my wife that he was a member of a motorcycle group. Not a bikie gang but a group of older bikers who enjoyed motorcycles. He told her they had their own club in a warehouse just outside town where they enjoyed each other’s company. Occasionally, he said they had a stripper and porn night. Sometimes things got a little out of hand and the stripper/prostitute got manhandled pretty badly. He said she was not injured but had been whipped and spanked leaving large welts on her ass, thighs, belly, cunt mound and tits. The girl had also been bound and suspended from an I-beam in the roof allowing me access to all three holes. She had been well compensated Brian said and several of the strippers had come back a second time.
Valerie told me of Brian’s idea and told me how humiliated she felt as her boss spoke about ways to have her humiliated. She told me she could feel her juices running down her thighs as Brian spoke. Val had long stopped wearing knickers and rarely wore a bra. I thought it sounded like the best way to let her have her day/night of humiliation. I asked her to get Brian to come to dinner one night so that we could arrange everything. Brian came to dinner two nights later and Valerie dressed in her shortest white dress was the perfect hostess. Brian said while he could arrange most things he couldn’t guarantee that my wife wouldn’t be hurt or even injured. Most of the members, he said were professional or executives in local companies and had a lot to lose if things went too far. Valerie said she would accept whatever happened. Besides, she said, I would be there to keep things under control. Brian said there were thirty members of the club but that not all participated in the porn nights. Probably only fifteen to twenty would show up. I suggested that several of my friends and maybe a few of Val’s work colleagues could make up the number. Valerie wanted thirty men to be there to use her but if she got too sore she wanted them to stop. Brian said he couldn’t guarantee that it would stop when she wanted and didn’t think I would be able to control things if they got out of hand. Valerie said that with our friends and her work colleagues she felt she would be safe. I asked if Brian knew any women that might want to come too and he suggested they a couple of member’s wives were into porn. I knew that two of my friend’s wives were interested in watching Valerie being humiliated and would be definite starters. Both knew Valerie but were not real friends.
Valerie’s night of humiliation and pain was set for the following Saturday. Valerie, with Brian’s permission, took the Friday off and went to a day spa. Every hair on my wife’s body was removed and her body glowed with good health. Val had chosen a simple white see-though dress to wear to her ‘humiliation’. Bob, my friend, and his wife Wendy, picked us up at 7pm to take us to the clubhouse. I thought I saw a look of disgust on Wendy’s face as Val came out in her impossibly short and see through dress. Luckily my wife didn’t see it and we settled into the back of Bob’s Buick. Wendy was being a little catty on the way asking Val if she was looking forward to being used by so many men. If only she knew how much Valerie got off on humiliation I’m sure she would have shut up. I looked carefully at my wife on the way to her fantasy night. The seat belt separated her beautiful 34B tits and her large nipples were plain to see through the almost transparent dress. The dress was way too short to cover her cunt and I could see her juices glistening on her cuntlips. Bob deliberately drove through the brightest and most crowded parts of town on the way to the clubhouse. A few bystanders and truckers got a view of my wife’s assets. Wendy is quite pretty but couldn’t hold a candle to Valerie. I think she got pissed at the way Bob was showing my wife off. We arrived at the venue just after 7.45 and we noticed about a dozen or so Harley’s outside. Bob was quick to open my wife’s door and get an eyeful of Val’s shiny cunt. Wendy got more pissed.
As requested by Brian I had fitted a collar to Val’s neck and a leash. Brian met us at the door and took the leash and lead my wife into the clubhouse. The place was lit up so brightly it was almost blinding. After my eyes adjusted I counted 27 men and 3 women plus Brian, Wendy, Bob and myself. A large mattress was in the center of the room as well as a Harley and an odd looking wooden contraption. I saw Valerie tremble a little as Brian led her around the room introducing her to audience. As I requested my wife was introduced by her full name, Valerie St James and our address in New Boston. Obviously her work colleagues and my friends knew her name and address but now the club members knew it too. Valerie liked humiliation so I thought letting everyone know her name and address would be what she wanted. A far cry from a couple years back when we panicked over a few fuck photos on the dogging sites!
Valerie was quickly stripped and placed on the Harley for a photo session for everyone. Digital cameras and smart phones took hundreds of photos of my wife as she was spread legged on the bike. Alan, the club captain, suggested Val should go for a ride on a Harley. Valerie was quickly taken outside and climbed on the back of Alan’s Harley. My wife’s ass and cunt were exposed as she lent forwards with her tits against Alan’s back. Alan roared off into the nights with my wife naked behind him. They were gone for over twenty minutes before to my relief I heard the Harley return. Valerie was laughing and giggling like a school girl as Alan brought her back into the clubhouse. Alan told us that he had taken Val right through the middle of New Boston exposing her charms to our neighbors and other locals. Valerie, he said, had her face buried in his back so no-one would know it was her. Alan said the truckers and bus drivers around Detroit Metro Airport saw everything including her face. He said they even stopped while Val posed nude with two truckers. I looked at Val’s cunt and it was obvious she had been fucked. Her labia were red and puffy and she appeared to be leaking cum. Who was it? Alan, the truckers or all three? I didn’t care. Her night had started.
Valerie was passed to a biker who started to fuck her as she leaned over the seat of the Harley. A cock was presented to her mouth and she eagerly started sucking. This was repeated five times before my wife was given any respite. Cum was running down her thighs and her face and hair were covered in cum. Valerie was tied to the wooden frame with her legs spread wide and her arms above her head. This exposed her tits, belly, cunt, thighs, back and ass. A selection of whips, lashes, clips and paddles were on a table beside my stricken wife. Alan asked if anyone would like to beat Valerie’s body. Four men including my two friends stepped forward. Bob selected a paddle and started to beat my wife’s ass mercilessly. Within six strokes Valerie was sobbing in pain and her ass was bright red. Bob finished his ten strokes with an almighty wack across both ass cheeks. Graham was next, a biker, and he selected a lash. Val was asked if she wanted to continue and she nodded her head. Graham started to lash her tits and regularly caught her hard nipples. Valerie screamed with pain and was hanging loose in the frame when Graham’s ten lashes finished. My wife was given ten minutes to recover her strength before her next whipping. To our surprise Wendy jumped up and grabbed a riding crop. With Alan’s nod off assent she stepped forward. Her first hit caught Val on the left thigh and the second on her right thigh. My wife was writhing in pain but her scream when Wendy landed an almighty blow on her clit was blood curdling. I thought Val was going to bring the wooden frame tumbling down. Alan stepped forward and told Wendy no more hits on the clit or labia. The mons, thighs, belly and tits were fine. The back of the thighs canto be particularly painful, he said.
To be continued
My wife, Valerie, loved sexual humiliation. Over the 12 years of our marriage we had tried just about everything. We started with my wife flashing her cunt and tits on buses, trains and in taxis. More than once Valerie’s beautiful shaved cunt saved us the taxi fare after the driver had a good look at her snatch and/or tits. We both loved nude beaches and Valerie often went by herself during the week. The stories she told me about men of all ages taking every opportunity to stare between her spread legs at her pussy. My wife keeps her cunt totally shaved so there is nothing obscuring their view. The younger men tried their luck but our agreement was I had to be there if she was to take up any offers of sex. On quite a few occasions, when I was there, Valerie took different men around the rocks for sex. The turn on for my wife was that she knew the other people on the beach knew she was going with them to get fucked. Also, there was no real privacy around the rocks and other men or couples could watch her being fucked.
Valerie loved threesomes and foursomes, always with men. I didn’t mind in the least. Sexually and emotionally Valerie was the only woman I needed. We progressed to that very British game of ‘dogging’. Going to lover’s lanes and letting strangers peer through our car windows while we fucked was great fun. It was on our fourth ‘dogging’ trip that my wife let some of the strangers fuck her over the bonnet of our car. The fact that Valerie had no idea who was fucking her or who was watching made it very exciting for both of us. The fact our Jag had personalised number plates that spelt our surname added to Valerie’s sense of danger and possible public humiliation. Dogging became a once a month tradition for us for over a year and a half. After I found ten photos of my wife on a dogging site it put a bit of a damper on things for a while. I knew men were photographing and even videoing my wife being fucked but neither of us gave the ‘net a thought. After Valerie found even more photos of herself on dogging sites we decided to be a little more discreet. We left our car at home and used a hire car whenever we went dogging. Dogging was not really a fair description any more. I rarely fucked my wife at the dogging areas but merely supplied her for the use of others. Photos and videos were still being taken but Valerie was more aware of where the cameras were. We found many more photos on sites but in very few could she have been identified by friends or ******.
We even had some fun letting my male friends and even some of Valerie’s work colleagues see her naked. ‘Accidently’ leaving bedroom or bathroom doors open while my wife was dressing or showering afforded many a male friend a good look at Valerie’s assets. Whenever we had a BBQ or pool party I made sure that some of Val’s male workmates were invited. Letting her workmates see her in her tiny thong bikini was a turn on for me and Val. I would send one or two of her male friends to our bedroom to change after the pool knowing full well that Val was in there changing. She was caught naked enough times for her friends to know it wasn’t an accident. I hoped, it did, would lead to humiliating and sexual adventures at work for my wife. Valerie loved the humiliation of knowing most of my male friends and five of her male colleagues had seen her naked. Valerie told me that two weeks after the pool party four of those work colleagues gangbanged her after work in the basement car park. The fifth guy was married and didn’t want to fuck Valerie but it didn’t stop him watching the action. He also videoed and photographed Valerie being gangfucked on his iphone. This lead to other male work colleagues fucking her over the years. Everyone in the office, including her boss, knew she had become a fuckslut for the office. Brian, her boss, hasn’t fucked her yet but he told Val he has seen the videos and is aware of what is going on. Valerie said she enjoys work so much more with the humiliation that everyone knows she is a slut.
The experience with her colleagues opened up a whole new avenue for Valerie, gangbangs. Valerie said the humiliation of being naked in front of five friends/colleagues and being used in any way they chose was almost overwhelming. Working with the same men the next day and knowing full well that they would have bragged about fucking her was heaven. Over the next eight months my beautiful English bride was gangbanged eleven times. The most at any one time was nine men and the least was four. Several of her colleagues and a couple of my friends participated in the gangbangs. The rest of the men were friends of friends or friends of her colleagues. STDs were obviously a worry so any men fucking my wife had to be vouched for. Valerie is incapable of having children so pregnancy wasn’t a worry. Bareback would have been Valerie’s preference anyway. Neither of us had any idea how many of our friends knew about Valerie being a gangbang slut. Not knowing who knew added to Valerie’s humiliation and sexual enjoyment.
Gangbangs were fantastic for both of us. I enjoyed watching my wife being used and in some cases abused and Valerie learnt new skills. My wife can now deepthroat as good as any porn star and loves anal sex. She loves double penetration and with some effort can take two average cocks in her cunt. The ‘no holes barred’ gangbangs have widened my wife’s sexual experience and given her much of the humiliation she craves. But it was still not enough. After viewing the ‘Public Humiliation’ site on the ‘net she decided that she wanted to try it. I tried to explain that it was probably a set up and not as ‘public’ as it seemed. Val would have none of it. She wanted to do it and asked me to try and set it up.
Arranging something like that is obviously very difficult. The clips on the ‘net showing women being lead naked down the street is not possible in New England! Valerie being naked in semi-public areas was not a problem but we couldn’t risk arrest and criminal charges. I spoke to the friends that had fucked Valerie and even asked her work colleagues but no-one could think of a way to fulfil my wife’s needs. When I told Val I had asked her work colleagues about setting up her public humiliation I thought she was going to faint with embarrassment. She went to work the next day knowing that all her male colleagues knew of her kinky needs. Brian, her boss, called her into his office after lunch. He told Val he had heard of her needs and might have an idea. He told my wife that he was a member of a motorcycle group. Not a bikie gang but a group of older bikers who enjoyed motorcycles. He told her they had their own club in a warehouse just outside town where they enjoyed each other’s company. Occasionally, he said they had a stripper and porn night. Sometimes things got a little out of hand and the stripper/prostitute got manhandled pretty badly. He said she was not injured but had been whipped and spanked leaving large welts on her ass, thighs, belly, cunt mound and tits. The girl had also been bound and suspended from an I-beam in the roof allowing me access to all three holes. She had been well compensated Brian said and several of the strippers had come back a second time.
Valerie told me of Brian’s idea and told me how humiliated she felt as her boss spoke about ways to have her humiliated. She told me she could feel her juices running down her thighs as Brian spoke. Val had long stopped wearing knickers and rarely wore a bra. I thought it sounded like the best way to let her have her day/night of humiliation. I asked her to get Brian to come to dinner one night so that we could arrange everything. Brian came to dinner two nights later and Valerie dressed in her shortest white dress was the perfect hostess. Brian said while he could arrange most things he couldn’t guarantee that my wife wouldn’t be hurt or even injured. Most of the members, he said were professional or executives in local companies and had a lot to lose if things went too far. Valerie said she would accept whatever happened. Besides, she said, I would be there to keep things under control. Brian said there were thirty members of the club but that not all participated in the porn nights. Probably only fifteen to twenty would show up. I suggested that several of my friends and maybe a few of Val’s work colleagues could make up the number. Valerie wanted thirty men to be there to use her but if she got too sore she wanted them to stop. Brian said he couldn’t guarantee that it would stop when she wanted and didn’t think I would be able to control things if they got out of hand. Valerie said that with our friends and her work colleagues she felt she would be safe. I asked if Brian knew any women that might want to come too and he suggested they a couple of member’s wives were into porn. I knew that two of my friend’s wives were interested in watching Valerie being humiliated and would be definite starters. Both knew Valerie but were not real friends.
Valerie’s night of humiliation and pain was set for the following Saturday. Valerie, with Brian’s permission, took the Friday off and went to a day spa. Every hair on my wife’s body was removed and her body glowed with good health. Val had chosen a simple white see-though dress to wear to her ‘humiliation’. Bob, my friend, and his wife Wendy, picked us up at 7pm to take us to the clubhouse. I thought I saw a look of disgust on Wendy’s face as Val came out in her impossibly short and see through dress. Luckily my wife didn’t see it and we settled into the back of Bob’s Buick. Wendy was being a little catty on the way asking Val if she was looking forward to being used by so many men. If only she knew how much Valerie got off on humiliation I’m sure she would have shut up. I looked carefully at my wife on the way to her fantasy night. The seat belt separated her beautiful 34B tits and her large nipples were plain to see through the almost transparent dress. The dress was way too short to cover her cunt and I could see her juices glistening on her cuntlips. Bob deliberately drove through the brightest and most crowded parts of town on the way to the clubhouse. A few bystanders and truckers got a view of my wife’s assets. Wendy is quite pretty but couldn’t hold a candle to Valerie. I think she got pissed at the way Bob was showing my wife off. We arrived at the venue just after 7.45 and we noticed about a dozen or so Harley’s outside. Bob was quick to open my wife’s door and get an eyeful of Val’s shiny cunt. Wendy got more pissed.
As requested by Brian I had fitted a collar to Val’s neck and a leash. Brian met us at the door and took the leash and lead my wife into the clubhouse. The place was lit up so brightly it was almost blinding. After my eyes adjusted I counted 27 men and 3 women plus Brian, Wendy, Bob and myself. A large mattress was in the center of the room as well as a Harley and an odd looking wooden contraption. I saw Valerie tremble a little as Brian led her around the room introducing her to audience. As I requested my wife was introduced by her full name, Valerie St James and our address in New Boston. Obviously her work colleagues and my friends knew her name and address but now the club members knew it too. Valerie liked humiliation so I thought letting everyone know her name and address would be what she wanted. A far cry from a couple years back when we panicked over a few fuck photos on the dogging sites!
Valerie was quickly stripped and placed on the Harley for a photo session for everyone. Digital cameras and smart phones took hundreds of photos of my wife as she was spread legged on the bike. Alan, the club captain, suggested Val should go for a ride on a Harley. Valerie was quickly taken outside and climbed on the back of Alan’s Harley. My wife’s ass and cunt were exposed as she lent forwards with her tits against Alan’s back. Alan roared off into the nights with my wife naked behind him. They were gone for over twenty minutes before to my relief I heard the Harley return. Valerie was laughing and giggling like a school girl as Alan brought her back into the clubhouse. Alan told us that he had taken Val right through the middle of New Boston exposing her charms to our neighbors and other locals. Valerie, he said, had her face buried in his back so no-one would know it was her. Alan said the truckers and bus drivers around Detroit Metro Airport saw everything including her face. He said they even stopped while Val posed nude with two truckers. I looked at Val’s cunt and it was obvious she had been fucked. Her labia were red and puffy and she appeared to be leaking cum. Who was it? Alan, the truckers or all three? I didn’t care. Her night had started.
Valerie was passed to a biker who started to fuck her as she leaned over the seat of the Harley. A cock was presented to her mouth and she eagerly started sucking. This was repeated five times before my wife was given any respite. Cum was running down her thighs and her face and hair were covered in cum. Valerie was tied to the wooden frame with her legs spread wide and her arms above her head. This exposed her tits, belly, cunt, thighs, back and ass. A selection of whips, lashes, clips and paddles were on a table beside my stricken wife. Alan asked if anyone would like to beat Valerie’s body. Four men including my two friends stepped forward. Bob selected a paddle and started to beat my wife’s ass mercilessly. Within six strokes Valerie was sobbing in pain and her ass was bright red. Bob finished his ten strokes with an almighty wack across both ass cheeks. Graham was next, a biker, and he selected a lash. Val was asked if she wanted to continue and she nodded her head. Graham started to lash her tits and regularly caught her hard nipples. Valerie screamed with pain and was hanging loose in the frame when Graham’s ten lashes finished. My wife was given ten minutes to recover her strength before her next whipping. To our surprise Wendy jumped up and grabbed a riding crop. With Alan’s nod off assent she stepped forward. Her first hit caught Val on the left thigh and the second on her right thigh. My wife was writhing in pain but her scream when Wendy landed an almighty blow on her clit was blood curdling. I thought Val was going to bring the wooden frame tumbling down. Alan stepped forward and told Wendy no more hits on the clit or labia. The mons, thighs, belly and tits were fine. The back of the thighs canto be particularly painful, he said.
To be continued
