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James, naive and virginal, is engaged to Judy, the daughter of the
apparently loving, caring, sharing, closely knit Smith family. James begins bonding with his new
in-laws during their engagement, and after he eventually marries into the Smith family, he
discovers that outward appearances of the Smith Family's image proves deceptive. CAST: Judy
Smith-Fiancee/Wife Judy's mother - mother Smith James Jackson-Fiance/Husband James's mother -Mother
Jackson James's Aunt- Aunt Jasmine "You're a good wife Judy."; "That's my girl."; "It's good you're
doing what needs to be done." I was too stunned at what was going on around me to remember who said
what. All I knew was that I had been blind sided and was about to get a severe whipping in front of
her three lovers, her folks, as well as my own Mother. I snapped out of my stunned state as the
group started to rise from their seats. I quickly fell to my knees before my wife, who was standing
with her hands on her hips and looking very imperious and authoritative. "P-Please Judy! I-I beg
you dear. P-Please don't whip me. I-I've agreed to do what you want. I- I won't object any more.
I'll always cooperate with you. P-Please dear... Please forgive me. I-I I didn't mean to make you
angry. P-Please darling, let me off just this once." I pleaded with tears in my eyes. My wife
simply shook her head once, side to side. It was very clear that she was resolute about her
decision. I was still on my knees when I was literally picked up by each arm. Joe was on one side
and Judd on the other. The two literally carried me down the basement stairs. I pleaded and cried
all the way down and also while I was being strapped to the table. I didn't resist or struggle as
the two men strapped me down. I knew that would only add to my plight. I had learned that lesson
well from my mother and Aunt when they'd put me on this same table so many times. They always gave
me extra lashes for resisting their efforts to secure me. To make a long story short, the group
gathered around as my wife lashed my naked ass cheeks with Mr. Fanbelt. Tape was put over my mouth
to keep me from irritating the baby with my screams. I wiggled and struggled against my bonds. It
was of course to no avail, as the painful strikes rained down hard on me. I could hear mother
giving Judy many compliments as she wielded the instrument of pain. mother Smith also joined in the
praise of her daughter's corporal punishment efforts. Later I heard mother Smith excuse herself so
that she could relieve my Aunt, who was baby-sitting, so that my Aunt Jasmine could come down and
`see the splendid job that you're doing for James' - her words to Judy as she left the room.
Moments later, I heard Aunt Jasmine echoing many of Mother's complimentary comments after her
arrival on the scene. I only heard occasional chuckles from Judy's three lovers. Mr. Smith's
rancorous laughter was very evident above that of the others. All I could do was sob greatly but
quietly. All my screams of pain were muted by the tape over my mouth. After my whipping, including
a very painful ointment rub by Aunt Jasmine, I was lead back upstairs and ordered to wash dishes
and clean up the kitchen. Still sobbing and whimpering, I had to don an ornate pink pinafore my
wife handed me and I meekly went about the chores I'd been ordered to do. Everyone was still
watching my utter humiliation and emasculation with warm smiles on their faces. The whole scene was
so disconcerting. I definitely wasn't enjoying myself. While I washed dishes, I sobbed and
whimpered over the sink of soapy warm water and dirty plates and pots. The others were in the
family room and I was alone to do my chores. I was alone at last and glad to be so. My ass still
had lingering aches from the lashings I'd taken. It was very clear to me now that Judy had
established herself firmly as the head of our household and marriage. I also knew that my role as
an enslaved husband was resoundingly confirmed. I lamented and took my frustration out on the dirty
dishes before me. It was the safest way I could think of, as I scrubbed and scoured the burnt
residue in a pot I was trying to clean. Between the rubbing noise of me scoring the burnt pot and
the running water, I didn't hear Mr. Smith enter the kitchen. "Jamie, you look right at home doing
woman's work, and I might say that fancy apron is right pretty too." My heart skipped a beat as he
loomed over me before I knew he was upon me. He was at least a full head taller than I was and
much, much more brawny and muscular. Caught off guard by his interest, I was speechless as my face
turned red, mostly from terror and fright. "Jamie, I'm gonna have to interrupt your dish washing
fun. My dick has a hankering to be sucked and it would like you to do the honor of doing it."
"H-Here? M-Mr. Smith, p-please not here in o-our house. Y-You know with the b-baby here. T-They
might b-bring it in h-here at any..." I stammered before he cut me off. "Naw, my wife and the
others ain't gonna let that happened. I told `em what you and I gonna be doing." "Y-You t-told...
T-They all..." "Yeah. They all know you gonna be sucking my dick for me as you kneel right here at
this sink. In your pretty pink apron too, I might add. Now dry your hands, drop to your knees and
take out my dick so you can do some woman's work on it." Mr. Smith's tone of voice implied he was
serious. I looked up at him. I saw the familiar hand form a fist, which I was so familiar with.
Even though he'd never hit me, it always cowed me. It seemed my knees gave way involuntarily as I
was contemplating the hurt his fist would cause me. A few seconds later I found myself on my knees
and unbuckling the belt to his pants. I was so intimidated that my hands were shaking as I drew the
fly zipper of his trousers down and gently tugged at them. They quickly fell to his ankles. The
imprint of his large penis was very evident in his jockey shorts. As I slipped my fingers in the
elastic band and pulled them down to free his organ, it rolled out free and seemed to start to
swell instantly. The pee slit of his enormous cock flipped across my face and left a smear of
pre-cum as it slid over my lips. "You know what to do with it, so don't play around." Mr. Smith
roared. Moments later after grasping his swelling dick meat and fondling it in the manner he
desired, I soon had my mouth filled with his heated stiff erection. Mr. Smith caressed the back of
my head as I did what he liked me to do for him. I hoped that none of our other guests would walk
in on me at that moment. Neither mother nor Aunt Jasmine had ever seen me sucking a dick. I didn't
want this to be the first time either. I put my best into mouthing him as well as kneading his big
balls, hoping to get him off as soon as possible. My worse fear was realized in the worse way. In
walked Aunt Jasmine as she led Joe by the hand. "My, my. You two certainly look busy, especially
you James dear. You look so cute with your lips stretched around a nice big dick. But that's all
right, you don't have to say a thing. Besides, you shouldn't try to talk with your mouth full." My
Aunt said gleefully as she concluded her comment with a chuckle. Joe joined her with a slightly
louder laugh. However, they didn't pay much attention to me. They soon embraced and gave each other
a very passionate French kiss. I could only see them out of the corner of my eye, but it looked
like they were two wrapped up in each other to concern themselves with my situation. As I knelt
there trying to hurry Judy's Dad to empty his cream in my sucking mouth, I was forced to endure
watching Joe fucking Aunt Jasmine on the edge of the kitchen table. The contrast of Joe's large
black member sliding in and out of my Aunt's stretched white cunt was quite a scene. Joe had helped
Aunt Jasmine take off her panties and hiked up her skirt as she parted her legs and took his
enormous stiff penis in her obviously wet well- juiced gash. She wrapped her legs around Joe's
waist as he held her ass cheeks and gave her a royal fucking. To my utter surprise Joe came in my
Aunt the same time Mr. Smith emptied his bloated balls down my throat. "That was mighty fine
bonding Jamie." Mr. Smith said as he put away his softened dick and zipped up. I could only look up
at him in disgust, as I got up off my knees and got a drink to wash away the taste of his heavy
slime, which coated my mouth's interior. The sad thing about all the cum I'd eaten from my
father-in-laws balls is that I'd gotten use to the taste of his and the other fellows' fresh hot
cock cream. I hated I'd become acclimated to the taste of hard dick meat and fresh hot semen. The
creamy taste had become quite palatable, but I knew I couldn't admit that to anyone. I even tried
to hide it from myself. I've also repeatedly tried to deny to myself that I took more delight than
I desired to admitting in slurping, sucking and eating up my wife's gooey messy creampies, made up
of her pussy juices and other men's bountiful outpouring of semen. However, I knew I had to portray
that I detested such perverted, un-masculine behavior as I'd been subjected to. After all, I did
have some vestiges of manliness to protect, no matter that others around me were constantly
attacking and defeating me at every attempt I tried to exhibit it. Just as I washed away the film
of Judy's Dad's heavy jism that coated my gums, Aunt Jasmine spoke. "James, you surely aren't going
to neglect Joe and I are you? C'mon over here and bond with us too." She said in a mellow tone of
voice. It took me a moment to realize what she was talking about. As she pointed to Joe's
languished wet black meat and her jism smeared pussy meat, it became all too obvious what was
desired of me. I knew it was useless to raise any sort of objection. I sheepishly went over and
knelt before them. I was directed to lap Joe's mighty meat clean first. After mouthing and cleaning
him up, all under the watchful beaming face of my aunt, I settled down to slurping her soggy drippy
snatch clean. Joe left us as she ended up wrapping her legs around my neck. She got off again from
my licking and lapping efforts. "The Smiths are right, you do bond wonderfully, James dear." Aunt
Jasmine said after composing herself as she left to rejoin the others in the family room. Moments
later, after washing the taste of Aunt Jasmine and Joe from my mouth, mother and Judd came into the
kitchen. They were just as amorous and screwed on the table just as Aunt Jasmine and Joe. It was
gut wrenching to watch a guy screw my mom, especially since I'd sucked his dick so many times. And
just as before with Aunt Jasmine and Joe, I had to do clean up bonding on those two also. As with
Aunt Jasmine, mother seemed to delight in seeing my lips wrapped around Judd's giant tool as I
milked him thoroughly and cleaned the fuck slime from his cock. After sucking Judd's bountiful load
of viscous jism from Mother's pussy, she patted me on the head and complimented me also for the
great job I'd done in cleaning her up as well as getting her off with my tongue. This left me more
depressed as I went back to my chores. However, I was interrupted twice more. mother Smith and
Jeffery came into the kitchen next and fucked. At the end of their mating, as with the others, I
was invited to bond again, as I knelt and performed a clean up of their combined sexual messiness.
Just when I thought the worse was over, Judy and her dad came in for a fuck. I couldn't believe her
father was so randy after the heavy load he'd shot off between my lips, not that long ago. Well, to
make a long story short, they fucked in a wanton and abandon manner right in my presence, almost as
if I wasn't even there.
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Of course, as they came down from their sexual high, they recognized my
presence and invited me to perform some good old fashion family bonding - Smith Family style. Judy
had a beaming smile as she looked down on me lapping and suckling on her dad's wet slimy dick.
After he left to rejoin the others in the family room, she really seemed aroused. My wife pulled my
head tightly to her wet sloppy muff and gyrated her well- fucked wet crotch all over my face. She
had a rousing come. "Darling, I love you so much. I'm so glad you're back to being your old self. I
know you might think I'm being harsh on you, that is when I apply the treatment you need to keep
you being cooperative and agreeable. However, as I said, I'd be remiss as your loving wife if I
didn't. Also remember, it's for the good of our marriage too." Judy embraced me warmly as she
whispered her expression of love in my ear. My wife's words, as in previous times and in similar
situations, were not comforting. She gave the impression that I should be thankful for `her
treatment'. I said nothing but relished the tender moment with her. I knew I was trapped in a
hopeless situation where cooperation meant total obedience, not collaborative consensus involving
give and take negotiations. Later, as everyone was leaving, I heard mother and Aunt Jasmine
expressing in a most sincere and warmhearted manner, how delightful it was for Judy to invite them
over to observe that their wedding presents - the whipping table and homemade whips - were being
utilized so well. I cringed at their various compliments as I felt a continuous ache in rear. "Judy
dear, Jasmine and I are so very delighted at how well you're managing your household. We are very
contented knowing that our James has a loving wife who cares so much for his welfare and is not
reluctant to exercise good judgment and take proper disciplinary action when it's warranted." I
heard Mother say in a warm, glowing affectionate tone of voice as she hugged her daughter-in-law
goodnight. Aunt Jasmine also expressed a similar sentiment. "Judy, you indeed did the right thing
tonight. Our James must never be allowed to forget how important cooperation and a husband's
support to his wife is in a marriage. After all, if you're making the sacrifice of getting screwed,
inseminated, and then bearing a child, all basically to protect his job, as well as the marriage. I
agree that it's the least he can do is to be by your side at the moment of conception." Aunt
Jasmine's tone, just like mother's, was one of affection, endearment, and strong support. I glanced
around as she now warmly embraced my wife in a goodbye hug. I could only stare at her for making,
what I considered, an outlandish statement. "Anyway, Judy, we know it's wicked what the guys are
doing, but Jasmine and I think it's also sort of cute too. Anyway, they are three such nice young
men, I don't mind them siring grand kids for me. Plus, I'm sure you and them are sure to make some
pretty babies." mother said in a gleeful tone. "I second that motion." Aunt Jasmine interjected
with a big smile. "Also, I told our James he should look at the bright side. He's going to be
getting three beautiful kids and won't have to do a lick of the real hard work of fucking." "Well,
mother Jackson and Aunt Jasmine, he may not have to do any fucking, but he will be doing some
licking." My wife said smiling. All three instantly broke out in un-lady like laughter. I was
outraged, but sadly, not surprised at the cavalier jest and derision of me by the three dearest
women in my life. I knew the three all sincerely loved me in their own ways, as each has informed
me of that countless times. However, it's so unfortunate that their interpretation of love is so
different from the norm. Alas, I have therefore accepted my fate, that I will have to accept their
loving ways, even if emotionally and physically painful, as well as abjectly degrading most of the
time. After the basement scene, there was no doubt I would be assuming the `mating view position'
as our new family additions were being conceived. Indeed, I was at the juncture of my wife and each
of her lovers' coupled, heated genitals, when she was inseminated with each of our three youngest
children. CHAPTER 21 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Rest of The Story Well, I'm back to where I
started telling my tale of woe. As you readers might've remembered from an earlier part of my
story, I was concerned about the possibility of my wife having kids from her three main lovers. I
was especially concerned about her having a black baby from Joe. Well as you now know, it happened.
I, of course, go through many public situations of being embarrassed by having our pretty black
daughter calling me "Daddy". She's our youngest and as you might expect, her vocabulary is limited
so she says `Mama' and `Daddy' frequently. And as you might expect, we as a couple experience all
the double looks and stares from many on-lookers, as Judy and I go through our everyday parenting
and family responsibilities with our family. The biggest difference is that Judy doesn't seem to
have any problems with embarrassing moments about being the mother of a black baby, or any of `our'
other kids, which I didn't father. None of which, as I may have mentioned before, come close to
looking anything like me. In fact, she always seems very eager to reveal her self as the biological
mother and that all our children were conceived and born while we were married. She also likes to
stress that we've never had a marital separation. "Oh no, my sweet James, bless his heart, he's a
jewel of a husband, as he's honored his marriage vows and has never left my side, even though four
different men got me pregnant over the years of our marriage, and demanded I carry each of their
babies to term." My wife would just as quickly tell such things to a stranger in a supermarket or a
close acquaintance or distant family relative. To say I cringed in anger and utter embarrassment at
such moments when I'm with her, would be an understatement. She has repeatedly ignored my demanding
pleads to not say such things. She replies that I'm infringing on her free speech rights. I've
almost given up trying to stop her. What can I do? My wife also seems to have me carrying our
daughter - named Josephine, by Joe - who is only 16 months old, in my arms quite a bit when we're
in public. Josephine is light brown skin and has many of her mother's facial features.
Additionally, it's not unusual for her to emphasize or repeatedly mention in her conversations,
that even though I'm not their real father I'm the kids' devotedly attached daddy. Which is true, I
enjoy our four kids. However, her words always seem to have an embarrassing ring to it when she
expresses herself to others about this matter. It also appears now that Judy is not interested in
having anymore kids, so I've giving up the idea of us two having any together. When I do bring it
up, she always reminds me that we have all the kids we can afford. With the cost of raising kids
these days, it's hard to rebuff her argument. Judy is an excellent mother to the kids, and has been
a good, very supportive, but assertive, wife to me, even if she does give her steady lovers -
Jeffrey, Judd and Joe - preference over me when it comes to sex. I guess I can expect them to
continue to have priority, since they are the superior, or alpha males, in our marital arrangement.
I generally have sexual access to my wife only after they've been with, and in her. It always just
seems to work out that way. I suspect she plans it to happen that way, but anyway, I've adapted to
dealing with the situation and have accepted feeding on her overflowing creampies as a normal part
of my conjugal activities. When we do have sex, it's customary for me to always go down on her
first and tongue her to an orgasm. It's well known I can't come close to getting her off just with
my prick, as I can't seem to last more than a minute or two in her hot juicy cunt. I'm also not a
quick recharger either. Besides, her cunt is so stretched from all the other guys' giant cocks, I'm
not making much contact when I try to put it in anyway. Whenever she wants me to give her head,
there's always semen in her cunt from one of my `husbands-in- law'. However, she gets an extra
thrill from knowing I'm licking up another man's jism from her very fucked muff. I know this turns
my wife on. This is what I do best in providing her sexual pleasure. As you might expect. I don't
get to put it in her that much anyway. I think last year she let me put in three times - my
birthday, Christmas and our Anniversary. Come to think of, she did give me head twice as we did a
sixty-nine. As usual, her cunt was full of one or more of my `husband-in-laws' jism. She always
want to be on top when we do this, as she says that being on top causes for good cunt drainage into
my mouth and reduces the amount of sucking I have to perform. I guess I should be thankful for her
concern about me in that regard. If we don't sixty-nine with her getting me off with her sweet
lips, she's often too tired for me to put it in after I tongue and lap her to several rousing
orgasms. She says my oral actions gives her more intense orgasms, but takes more out of her, than
those comes given her by my three `husbands-in-law' with the thorough deep fucking they always give
her. Hence, the reason why she is too exhausted to let me put it in most of the time after I mouth
her oozing, sperm filled pussy. Usually, except for special occasions when she lets me put it in -
as I've mentioned earlier - she'll jerk me off for my relief. That is, if she's not to tired.
Otherwise, she may ask me to jack my own self off. However, despite having to jack myself off a
lot, I must admit that I'm rather proud and thrilled at my personal achievement. That is, that I
give her better orgasms with my lips, tongue, and skillful sucking action than my three
`husbands-in-law', with their awesome sturdy members. However, in spite of everything else in our
marriage, my wife really seems to have a genuine deep love for me. It appears that her dominance
over me, with the associated humiliations that she has directly or indirectly, contributed to, has
lead to her having deeper love for me over the years. By her having irrefutable proof of such overt
humiliations, for example, kids from other men; her love seems to grow for me as the instances of
abject humiliation increase for me. I, of course, have problems with my wife's philosophy and
outlook on our relationship, but I know I'm almost powerless to do much about it. Between her, her
lovers, her family and the dominance over me by my family, I am virtually trapped in this
relationship. Yet, In a strange way, I do have great love for my wife. However, I continue, as best
I can, to fight the humiliations she always seems ready to dump on me. It appears that it's my
trying to fight and resist her will, and then being defeated soundly by her, as she trounces me
under foot, so to speak, is what apparently makes her feel even more affectionate to me. She seems
to delight, even more, each successive time I fail - I never seem to win - or when some other
manner of abject humiliation overwhelms me. Anyway, all in all, we do have a stable, loving
marriage, and all `our' kids have grown on me. I treat them no differently than if they were my
own. I concentrate fully on my daily duties and obligations as a good daddy, and of course, as an
affectionate, but well-behaved husband.
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