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  Trying to speak but with my mouth covered in tape, but I only made muffled and muted noise. She ignored me anyway as she continued to ponder.

  "That’s it! I'll just have to address you on the same juvenile level that you're acting at." Her proclamation made no sense to me as she spoke and went over to another part of our basement rec room.

  "Yeah! This should do just fine." Ella said with a smile as she returned. She was carrying a ping pong paddle and swinging it back and forth.

  I spent a few moments mulling everything over in my head. Finally, it dawned on me what was on her mind as stood before me waving the paddle and smacking her hand with it.

  "Yes Joe, I believe a spanking is the answer to your unwarranted, shameful, and hurtful outburst. I've read somewhere a little pain helps the mind to gain humility. Let this spanking be a reminder to control your emotions, and for us to have civil and orderly discussions about any issues in our marriage.”

  “Understand?"

  Rather than addressing her statement by nodding, but simply looking at her wild eyed and unbelieving what I'd heard spoken. The impending action of what was about to happen still hadn't registered with me fully.

  "Alright boys, put him in a position that gives me prime access to his ass. Here, let me get his pants and shorts down. He doesn't need any layers of clothing to get in the way. He needs to feel the full treatment."

  Before I knew it, I was bent over the arm of an old, big easy chair. The reality of my situation finally hit home when I felt the cool air on my raised ass cheek, as well as the strong arms and hands of Sam and Vince holding me down securely.

  Just like my wife had stated, they each used one of their feet to brace my legs in my bent over position. In the position they had me in, all I could do was wiggle and struggle, and make muted mumbles, which were to no avail. My wife was driving this train and it was leaving the station. The next time reality hit home for me was when Ella swatted me with her first blow.

  "SMACK!"

  "UUMMMPPP" Was the only sound I could make as she talked and swung the paddle with a force I never believed she was capable of.

  "Honey... SMACK! ... just as ... SMACK! ... your ... SMACK! ... mother probably... SMACK! ... told you... SMACK! ... when she ... SMACK! ... had to ... SMACK! ... punish you... SMACK!... like this... SMACK!... when you... SMACK! ... were young... SMACK! ... This hurts... SMACK! ... me more ... SMACK! ... than you ... SMACK!. But what ... SMACK!... needs to... SMACK! ... be done ... SMACK! ... Must be ... SMACK! ... Done!

  "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"

  My ass was stinging and burning as my wife continued her torturous onslaught to my bloodied ass. All I could do was struggle in vain as the excruciating pain from

  the beating grew and grew. When she finally stopped, relief washed over me like a wave. After the strenuous exertion of her paddle

  Swinging, she was visibly exhausted, gasping for air.

  "Now... GASP! ... do you... GASP!... better understand ... GASP! ... how to treat ... GASP! a-and respect ... GASP! ... your wife... GASP! ... after all I've ... GASP! ... Been through for... GASP! ... for you and ... GASP! ... the family?" My wife spoke exhausted as she yanked the tape from across from my mouth.

  "Y-Yes ... SOB! ... Ella. I... SOB! ... I do!" I replied crying and weeping profusely.

  Needless to say, I was very meek and mild after the vicious beating my wife put me through with the assistance of those I believed were my "good pals". Good pals. More like torturers in-chief.

  Later on, after I'd regained a smidgen of composure, I was instructed to head back upstairs and ordered to wash up the dinner dishes and clean the kitchen.

  "This little chore will take your mind off your red and bruised bottom. Mop the floor too honey when you're through with the dishes. While you're doing that, I'm going to spend some quality time with the fellows. Don't worry, I'll call for you when my pussy too battered for them to enjoy." Ella said teasingly as she left to rejoin the guys. I knew they were probably going to start up exactly where they left off, when I started complaining about her lewd behaviour with them

  In hindsight, I sorely wished I'd just kept myself to myself and just let them be. At least I would've had more of my self respect and esteem in tact. Now, I suspected that it would be hard for me to exercise any control over my wife, and my tormenting buddies, after this incident. I suspected that once they'd run over me - which they had - things would never be the same again.

  For once I was right.

  Just when I thought things could get any worse, over the next four years, the P-O-THREE returned twice more. Their visits and the enforced impregnation of my spouse by Sam and Vince resulted in us having our family increased even more. With Sam, there were fraternal twins, which Ella insisted on naming Stan and Samantha. With Vince, a daughter named Victoria

  Also, the forced sex at the time of each invasion, seemed to get progressively more nasty and dirty upon each occurrence.

  On those two occasions, I was forced to have my head under the coupled genitals of my wife and Sam, as well as when she and Vince fucked.

  Every single time, the fuck juices from the action of their joined sexes splashed down upon my upturned face. On top of having to endure that, I also had to endure the intense heat and horrible warm lusty odour of their sexual intercourse, as well as have my face mercilessly tea-bagged by both men's large low hanging, bouncing balls.

  The one positive thing about the position was that it made it easier to suck down the thick warm fuck slop that oozed out of my wife's fuck slit, after each guy pulled out their long tools. After each sex session was over, my face was drenched with cream coloured sex drip and ooze.

  After the birth of Victoria, I was informed that the P-O-THREE's reign of terror over me, was over. However, the mysterious group indicated that if they ever hear of me

  giving another pro-choice speech, I should count on more children to my family, possibly by my friends or other men, and of course, the exposure of us all on the Internet. They also warned me that I was never to divorce or leave my wife or impregnate her myself.

  "She is only to have children from other men, not you. If we find out you didn't heed our warning, we'll be back. Remember, we know all about you and you can't escape us, no matter where you move." The intimidating note from the P-O-THREE read.

  I was devastated and dejected by such a dire warning. However, I guess it didn't really matter, as we couldn't afford any more kids anyway.

  For sure, I don't talk about anything related to abortions anymore.

  Another thing is that I'll always wonder and remain puzzled at how the Party of three intruders managed to target each of my old high school buddies, one after the other, without repetition, for the forced insemination of my wife Ella.

  However, now it's a moot point. No matter that I didn't actually father our five kids, they all Phill me "Daddy" now and are legally mine, despite that they all closely resemble their biological fathers

  I would guess that in a way I'm still lucky Ella didn't leave me for one or all of my buddies. Even though I wasn't happy about the whole turn of events, I've resigned myself to my situation, including still being her "cleaner" (one of her nicknames for me now).

  I refuse to talk openly of my creamy pussy eating, even if my wife encourages me. She routinely comments on what an exceptional job I do eating her out, making sure any excess semen is sucked up She does so openly in front of the guys - to my utter and continuous embarrassment.

  I can't say anything when the four guys make quips and off hand comments about me consuming most of the fuck juices they pump off in my wife.

  There is one final thing I’ve been thinking about discussing, in the shit show that is my marriage. However, since I've revealed so much, I might as well tell you readers about it.

  At the respective forced fuck-fests between Sam and Vince and my wife Ella, the P-O-THREE forced me to lick clean Sam's and Vince's slime coated dicks after
they'd been forced to fuck my wife on separate occasions.

  It was during each of these events, where each also became very aroused and erect. As a result of that happening, the P-O-THREE forced me to orally caress them to completion, which of course resulted in me swallowing gobs of their hot semen in addition to what I had to vacuum out of my wife's well fucked gaping dripping pussy.

  As expected, this only caused a huge increase in my humiliation and shame.When I'm in the presence of the guys, as well as my wife, I cringe at the slightest mention of my "cleaning" role in any of the above mentioned incidents.

  As if that wasn't cruel enough, as has been discerned by now, Ella became much more dominant in our marriage. If I raised the slightest bit of a fuss or challenged her suggestions - which in reality were more like tasks or assigned chores - I could find myself under the threat of being punished, usually with a spanking.Knowing she had four helpers who'd already helped in her initial corporal punishment of me, I usually capitulated to her desires, no matter how small.

  Getting spanked is not something I enjoy. As I write this reflection, to date, Ella has imposed corporal punishment on me three times. She's broken one paddle on me and another cracked after her last paddling of me. She's let it be known she plans to buy more.

  I was horrified at her threat to transition from paddles to something sturdier for me, since, in her words, I occasionally insist on "being uncooperative and causing emotional turmoil in our marriage.

  My four pals have taken advantage of my wife's domination over me and used it for their convenience.

  It began when my wife was away from home a few days with her Mom, who'd had some minor surgery. The guys and I watched the kids by us each taking a day off from work.

  Ella phoned to let us know she wouldn't be coming home when she'd originally thought she would be, but would return three days later.

  It didn't bother me that much, but I was unprepared for how it would bother the guys. Little did I know how they'd become so dependent on my wife for their pleasure and sexual maintenance.

  The Friday night Ella was to return, Ted and Vince were over. The kids were all bedded down and we three were watching TV and guzzling some cold ones.

  "Damn, I could really use your wife right now, Joe. I was really counting on smashing her good tonight. It would really feel good to have my dick in her juicy pussy right along now."

  "I know how you feel Ted. Man! My dicks rock solid, just from thinking about her sweet lips, juicy cunt, and fine ass." Vince replied to Ted's out of the blue comment.

  "Yeah... er, well, she'll be back Monday." I replied to Ted, after he broke my concentration on the show we were watching. I was upset at both of the guys talking about my wife as if she just a piece of meat and a pleasure object for their desire. Unfortunately, that's the way things were now in my house and I had little influence to change things.

  Really hoping my pals would leave, they stayed and lamented even more crudely, I might add, about missing my wife and her luscious pussy. A pussy they all knew that was more available to them to fuck than me.

  What upset me even more were Ted and Vince grabbing their obvious erections, which were now clearly, and lewdly, outlined, and straining against the fabric of their trousers.

  "Joe, Ella has been away almost a week now. Why, you haven't eaten right for the last 6 days."

  "Uh huh, I miss her cooking, but it hasn't been to bad. I've done pretty good with the frozen foods fixing meals and snacks for me and the kids." I replied to Ted, thankful that the conversation had changed focus.

  "Well I wasn't talking about that food, buddy. I was talking about was the hot cream filled hair pies we made for you and she feeds you in the bedroom. Hahahahaha"

  Blushing a shade of burgundy at Ted's comment and subsequent Laughter, I looked away. Vince joined in too with a smirking smile.

  "D-Don't you guys have somewhere to be?" I replied meekly. Even though upset and pissed, I tried to remain calm at their ridicules of me.

  "Hey, watch your tone, Joe. Maybe you need something to calm your nerves, and I believe I've got just the solution you need right here." Ted said, as he stood up grasping the large outline of his very aroused penis.

  "We’ve put you on a regular diet of our dick cream from her cunt. We all know that. Ella likes feeding it to you. She tells us that all the time as she tries to get all she can from our dicks. She really can milk my dick with her squeezing pussy."

  "Seconded!." Vince said as he grasped the outline of his erection.

  "My theory is, for you having continued eating it so long, you must like the stuff. Right?" Ted asked as he looked over at me.

  "No you’re w-wrong! T-That's not true! A-And y'all know so. It-It's just t-that... Well... Why am I trying to explain anything to y'all. It's none of your business what Ella and I do in our bedroom. I-I don't have to explain anything." I replied in a flustered tone and state. I was angry about their assertion. I didn't like the idea of being a cum eater, but I had gotten accustomed to the taste, since I'd basically been forced to endure it. "True, you don't, but you have been missing a key part of your food group since Ella is not here to feed you our jism mixed with her pussy juice." Said Ted.

  You know he’s right, Joe." Vince interjected.

  "We need to keep you fed and watered, Joe. I'm sure Ella would want us to be sure you were eating right if we could help out, and I think we can." Ted spoke with a wicked smile on his face, as he still grasped his erect penis.

  I realised where he was headed with this discussion, but before I could say anything, he was standing directly in front of me and starting to unbuckle his belt.

  Completely shocked at the brash boldness of his action, I just sat there spellbound of what was occurring before me.

  "Uh huh. Joe, as a cream pie eating husband, you can’t have any problem sucking the cum cream out of our dicks. Besides, we all know you've sucked dick before - remember? And for sure, you're use to the taste of dick meat and jism cream. In this way you get your key dietary ingredient, and we get off too."

  "Leaving with satisfied empty balls." Vince again added onto Ted's words.

  Ted's reasoning was perfect, even though humiliating, disgraceful and perverted to me.

  "Come on g-guys y-you know I-I was forced to do-do those things. I-I can't..." Ted not only cut me off, but pushed me back down as I attempted to move from my seat directly in front of his now exposed and jutting swollen member. From my seated perspective, the sight of his immense and rigid meaty tool was impressive, yet frightening.

  "Vince show him our welcome home presents for his wife if he doesn't cooperate and eat right." Ted said directing his comments to Vince.

  Vince grabbed something from behind the sofa. It was a long black case. It looked like a case for rifles.

  On opening it, I was surprised at the contents, which were neatly placed in cut outs, which had been made in the foam inserts which lined the top and bottom of the case. Never had I seen us an array of whipping instruments in one place.

  "We got this from a Dom who was selling off her stuff. I bet Ella would have fun trying some of this stuff out on you. Don't you think Joe?"

  "Especially this weighted leather paddle." Vince said as he removed a large stiff leather paddle from the case and described how the perforated stiff leather face was surrounded by ball bearing weight that had been stitched in the surrounding edge of the paddle face.

  The purpose was obviously to increase the impact to the victim's rear with a minimum of effort on the whipper's part. Vince revealed they were going to give this to my wife anyway, to replace the cracked ping pong paddle.

  However, Ted and Vince made it clear that if I didn't cooperate and suck them off, that they not only would give Ella the entire collection, but may take me to the basement and use one or two of the items on me.

  "Besides, I'm willing to bet if we tell Ella, you wouldn't help us out, she might take a paddle to you anyway." Ted said with a chuckle. He might've been j
oking, but with the way my wife had been acting lately, I was afraid that indeed there was more truth to what he was saying than I wanted to admit.

  I knew my options were limited. Despite my begging and pleading, both men were too full of lust, and the need to appease that lust, to be reasoned with, or honour my pleas. My eyes were watery and my voice cracked. I was literally defenceless. I was a broken man in a corner, and without any real options. However, I continued to try and reason with Ted, since he appeared to be the lead perpetrator in this.

  "Close that door and go check on the kids to make sure they don't come in here." Ted said to Vince, as I was still pleading for mercy for them not to impose themselves on me, or to whip me.

  When Ted turned around, he swiftly grabbed my head and thrust his bloated shiny dick head right between my lips as I was talking. Before I knew it, my mouth was stuffed full of hard dick.

  "You better not bite either! If you do, a paddling won't be all you get!" Ted said as he moaned slightly all the while making a fist with his other free hand. His dick was so hard that I doubt he'd felt it if I did try to bite.

  "Now suck it! Just like you did when the gang had a gun to your head!" Ted added. I saw Vince looking in my direction as he was preparing to walk away to check on the kids. He had that all too familiar smirk on his face as he saw me capitulate to being the cocksucker that he and Ted desired me to be.

  I was a beaten man and we all knew it. I followed Ted's instructions as he had me hold his big balls, suckle his dick head, and slide my mouth back and forth along his huge, rigid, and long dick shaft.

  Finally after about 10 minutes, Ted erupted a very warm gusher of gooey and very slimy semen down my throat as I desperately strove to swallow it all without choking. I was successful, and amazed at the copious quantity of the volume of jism he shot off in my mouth.

  With my tongue and gums still coated with Ted's jism slime, Vince pushed his large dick in my mouth as soon as Ted pulled his out.