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Vince inundating my mouth and throat with his viscous load of warm slimy dick cum. I was amazed at the attitude of both men as they sat down and finished watching TV after emptying the cause of their hard dicks down my throat. It was as if they hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

  "The least you two could do is apologise for what y'all did to me." I spoke out loudly, as I returned to the room after composing myself. Both men looked at me as if I crazy and returned their gaze back toward the screen. They said nothing as I stood there. I was fuming.

  Little did I realise that their actions would end up being more ordinary than I've ever dreamed. For you see the next night, Saturday, Phil and Sam, forced themselves on me also. Ted and Vince had told them about their experience with me and I essentially was browbeaten, into sucking their very hard dicks off also.

  Upon my wife's return, the guys, to my relief and as they promised, said nothing to her about their use of my mouth as a surrogate for her pussy. However, after she opened the welcome home gift - the heavy thick leather paddle - they presented to her, the look on her face, as she looked at me, sent a shiver through me. It was clear she couldn't wait to use her gift on yours truly.

  I knew I'd better be careful in my dealings with my wife, so as not to upset her, as I'm certain the slightest excuse would trigger her to use it on me. It took about three weeks, but Ella did find an excuse to use her new paddle on me. And I must tell you, it really inflicts a world of pain. Even with the guys holding me down, I was squirming and shaking after each heavy blow.

  I was so angry with the guys for getting it for her. But alas, there was nothing I could do about, for the paddle and its use on me became another fixture and routine in our marital relationship.

  Speaking of routines, I found it easier to stop resisting the guys when they demanded more blowjobs of me. What brought this about was that the last time I refused them, they gave my wife a riding crop from their hidden collection.It didn't take her long to find a reason to use it on me. It hurts much more than the leather paddle.

  From then on, I gave in and cooperate with the guys whenever they get the urge to coat my tonsils with their hot semen. It's a perverted and disgraceful way to keep the peace with them, but what can I do?

  Needless to say, I've also had to permanently accept my "close" buddies continued borrowing of my wife for sex. Besides, with her refusing to refuse them, and her saying she's become accustomed to, and need their big tools, it's a hopeless cause for me to try and stop her anyway.

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