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Giving My to My Worst Enemy (Mdom, M/F, wife, spank, object, whip)
By Phoenix Arrow
What's the matter Bill?
Oh that faggot Jefferson got the promotion. I can't believe they gave
it to him. I hate his fucken guts.
Gosh man, that really sucks. I thought you were a shoe in.
That's what I thought, I was a hell of a lot more qualified that him.
That asshole has always had one over me. Ever since middle school we've
been competing. And more times than not he's won. This times no
You must really hate this guy. Too bad he always wins. Maybe you
should let him fuck your so he can let you win a few times.
Ha ha, very funny. Don't even joke like that. Marry is the best thing
that ever happened to me, and one of the few things I've had over Jeff.
Ya, that's why you should let him fuck her, so he wins in that too.
Mark that's really not funny, I....
Ok ok, I'm only kidding. But that is kind of erotic if you think about
I prefer not to.
Just think about it for a second. Letting your worst enemy, and enemy
whose been essentially fucking you up the ass for years, fuck your wife.
That would wrap up the humiliation completely.
Mark, I really was looking for moral support here, not ideas for how to
further humiliate myself for the benefit of my mortal enemy.
I help when I can. Besides, this is something you can fantasies over.
The only thing I'll be fantasizing over is going home and fucking my
wife. Hey wait, that didn't come out right...
Ha ha ha, Freudian slip? You see, your already thinking about it.
Mark leave me alone, I'm done talking about this.
Bob, you can't tell me that you don't find the idea of letting your
worst enemy fuck your at least a little bit stimulating.
If I answer will you leave me alone?
Ok fine, I admit its a little stimulating to think about. I love my
wife with all my soul, and I cringe at the mere idea of even him seeing
her, let alone letting him fuck her. Even so, the idea of allowing my
worst enemy to.....spoil my is a bit....provocative.
There, now was that so hard to admit.
What ever, now can we please drop it.
Ok fine. But $10 bucks says you'll be thinking about it all day.
I doubt that.
Oh ya, then don't let me catch you walking into Jefferson's new office
and asking him to fuck your wife.
Ha, don't worry, you won't.
You know, I wonder if he'd agree to do it.
I mean if you actually asked him to fuck your wife, would he agree to
Mark, I thought we were finished talking about this...
Maybe I should ask him for you?
Don't even think about it you bastard.
Easy man, I'm just talk'en. If any one is going to ask him to fuck your
wife, it should be you.
Good point, and here's an even better one, IT WONT HAPPEN!!!
What ever you say. I just think it would be the best way to complete
his humiliation of you.
Dude, ENOUGH. This is getting perverted.
No, that's not perverted. Perverted is after you ask him to fuck your
wife, asking him if you could film it. Now that's perverted.
I'm out of here.
Hey man, your secretes safe with me, just make sure you get me a
TWO WEEKS LATER
Hey mark, here you go.
What the hell is this.
Its...em...your copy of the tape.
What tape, what are you talking about.......oh shit! You don't mean?
Holy Fuck, you actually did it, you actually fuck'en did it.
Shhhhhhh, quiet down damit. I don't want the whole office to hear.
You actually let Jefferson.....fuck you wife?
<head down> Yes I did.
Oh you've got to be kidding me. I was just playing around with you.
I didn't actually think that you would do it.
I didn't think I would either. But something just came over me. It
happened a week after we had that little conversation. I was sitting at my
desk looking at the of my lovely wife. You've seen it right?
Ya, I know the one.
Well I was just looking at her, relieved that I had such a beautiful
woman all to myself. At that very same moment Jefferson happened to be
walking by my desk. When I looked up, I saw his disgusting smirk. The
smirk that said I'm the winner. With the image of my still fresh in
my mind and his cocky, self-confidant smile, I felt my cock twitch.
So, what happened?
For some reason that did it for me. Almost in a trance, I grabbed the
picture of my and walked into his office.
Gosh man, I can't believe you were really going to ask him.
Before saying a word, I placed the of my facing him on his
desk. He looked at it for a moment.....
Ohhhh, ya, that whole thing you said about not even wanting him to see
Right, well now he got a good look at her. After a moment he looked up
"Good looking broad. Now who the fuck is she?"
"How did a fuck up like you manage to get a decent looking piece of
"Don't answer, I really don't give a fuck. Now what the hell do you
"Well, I wanted...to...ask...you..."
"What....the...fuck....do you want you stuttering fool. Its really such
a shame, you used to be such a good competitor, now you can hardly even get
out a sentence. Now for the last time, what do you want?"
"I wanted to know if you want to....sleep with....my wife?"
He just stared at me for a full minute. Trying to figure out my angle.
"You want me to fuck your wife?"
"No, I don't want you to...but...I'll let you if you want to."
"Is this some kind of joke."
Again he looked at me for a full minute.
"Does she have large tits? I only fuck chicks with large tits."
"Yes she has large breasts."
"Hmmmm, I could have fun with those. Can I do anything I want to her."
"Yes, I'll let you do what ever you want with her."
"Ok, I suppose I could do it. I must warn you that I wont be gentle."
"Ok, now if there isn't anything else, get the fuck out of my office."
"Oh, there is...one more thing."
"Is it ok with you if I....record it?"
"You know, I really had no idea what a twisted fuck you are. You really
are pathetic. If I let you record it, what's in it for me?"
"What do you mean."
"I want something more if I let you record me fucking your wife."
"What do you want?"
"Hmmmmm......I know, you see that name plate on my office door? The one
that says: Jefferson Smith, Vice President?"
"Well slide it off. You see how its long and flat, and shaped like a
"Well while I fuck your wife, I want you to slap your worthless dick
with that name plate. The same name plate that could have had your name on
it. The same name of the who took your promotion. The same who
will be fucking every in your wife's body. And I want you to do it in
full view of your little recording. Now get the fuck out of my office and
I'll call you when I decide to screw your wife."
When I went to take my wife's picture, he stopped me, telling me to
leave it there.
Whoa man, this is unbelievable. I still think all this is very
exciting, but your wife? You actually offered your to your worst
enemy? I can't believe it. What did Marry think about all this?
She was shocked. Especially when I mentioned who it was. I've always
complained to her how much I hated Jefferson, and how many times he beat me
at something. She knew our history. So telling her that I was going to
let him fuck her was a drastic change in attitudes.
And she was willing to go along with it?
Well not really. I could tell that she didn't want to do it. But she
loves me very much, and if its something I wanted her to do, than she would
go along with it.
What a great wife. Too bad you had to go and let her be used like that.
Did I mention she was a virgin when we met.
Yep, so far I've been the only to ever enter her. Any way, two days
later he told me he was ready for a good fuck. That night I prepared all
the equipment in our master bedroom. I looked at my as she got
ready, how truly beautiful she was. Long flowing brown hair, large supple
breasts, unblemished white skin. It was all mine. And in about 15 minutes
I was going to willingly let my worst enemy have his way with her.
Dude man, this is so hot. Sorry it had to be you, but dame, I can't
wait to see the video.
Well anyway, soon the doorbell rang and I opened the door. Standing
there with his annoying grin was Jeff. Without even so much as a hello he
pushed his way into my house.
"Where's the bitch?"
At that point Marry came out and went to introduce herself. She looked
great in her buttoned blouse and mid-thigh skirt. Jeff said he wanted her
to look sexy for him.
As she made to introduce herself, Jeff grabbed her ass, pulled her to
him and kissed her full on the mouth.
It was at that point that it finally hit me as to what I was allowing to
happen. This was my wife! My and my worst enemy! How could I let
As my moaned from under his kiss, Jeff reached up and began
grouping her left through the thin material. Marry was braless and
she squirmed under his assault.
I started to get sick. This was crazy. I had to stop this. I had to
move. Yet the only thing that moved was my dick as I watched my worst
enemy openly fondle my wife.
After another moment, he released her from his kiss, possessively
squeezed her ass and looked at me:
"Ok Bob, I'm ready to fuck your wife. Show us to the bedroom."
With my head hung down, I showed Jeff our marital bed. The same bed
where I made love to my countless times. The same bed where Jeff
would soon ravage her upon.
They entered the room and Jeff immediately started shredding her cloths
off. Her top was off in seconds and he roughly squeezed her large firm
breasts. He alternated each nipple as he painfully squeezed.
I was so involved with what was happening, that I almost forgot to turn
on the camera. By the time I had turned it on, he had my completely
naked and was examining her cunt.
It was such a beautiful thing to behold. Her slightly blushing lips
gave way to the pink interior. Mary always kept her shaved for me,
except for a nice tuft of hair above her clit.
Now he was roughly pulling her lips this way and that, occasionally
pinching her clit. He had her wincing in pain under him.
Soon he tired of this petting and turned her around, having her bend
over the bed.
With her dangling below her and her gorgeous ass high in the
air, Jeff raised his hand behind my while looking over to me.
"Bob, we've been enemies for quite some time. I hate everything about
you, and that includes your wife. So I am going to spank her ass for
marrying such a loser."
With that, he brought down his hand hard on my wife's ass. She shrieked
but held still as he brought down slap after slap. Jeff looked up at me as
he continued to spank her and noticed my hard on.
"Its ok Bob, you can jerk off while I spank your wife."
And I did. I couldn't help it. I should have been utterly revolted by
the site before me. Seeing my beautiful, gorgeous wife, bent over our
marital bed, as my all time worst enemy spanked her perfect ass, and all
with my consent, was just so....so....
Yes Mark, I guess that's what its called.
What else could it be? What other reason would you have to be jerking
off to the sight of the you hate with all your guts spanking the woman
you love with all your heart?
Any way, by now Marry was openly sobbing from the abuse. Her ass had
become even redder than her tits. Jeff then ordered her on her knees, took
off all his cloths and sat on the edge of the bed demanding she suck him to
Marry and I hardly ever had oral sex. She was too afraid of putting a
penis inside her mouth. Yet now she had no choice as she worked his tool
as best she could. Jeff held her head with both hands to better help him
fuck my wife's face.
I just continued to jerk off as he enjoyed my wife.
Soon he was completely hard and ordered my to lay across our bed.
Pushing her legs apart, he positioned his manhood at the entrance of her
sweet pussy. The same that's only known one cock all of its life,
Jefferson then looked over his shoulder:
"Ok Bob, this is the last chance to back out. Just say the word and I'm
out of here. If your still willing to let me fuck your wife, then you know
what to do."
He looked back down at my and smiled. She looked over to me with
pleading eyes. I hesitated for a moment.......SLAP.
Jeff plunged deep into my in one thrust. She gasped as his
hardness filled her. Then he pulled out and began fucking the hell out of
her. I just stood by and watched my worst enemy ravage my as I
continued whipping my own cock with his nameplate.
Wow man, how truly degrading that must have been for you. How could you
stand for that.
I have no idea. But I just did.
So ten minutes later he finally filled up my wife's vagina. She had
organized several times during that span, and I myself had from the
He pulled out of her and crudely slapped his sloppy dick against the
side of her face. She dutifully opened her mouth and took him in. She
moaned and chocked as she did her best to clean it.
When she was finished, Jeff rolled off her onto his side and, while
playing with my wife's nipples, spoke:
"Bob, why don't you stop playing with yourself and go fix me a drink
while I rest here a little bit."
I nodded and started walking out.
"Oh hey, and while your at it, fix something for Bitch to."
Man, if a guy called my a bitch, I'd punch his lights out. You on
the other hand let him fuck her.
Please Mark, this is all really hard for me. I love my so much, it
pains me to see him abuse her like this.
Than why in the hell did you ask him to fuck your wife?
Because you get off on the humiliation.
<Sigh> That must be it. How else can I explain it.
You can't, so what happened next?
Well it pretty much was more of the same the rest of the night. I
watched as he took her ass, fucked her chest, slapped and pulled her
breasts, whipped her body with his belt. Eventually I just couldn't take
it any more. I left the rolling and went back out to sit in
the living room.
For the next two hours I just listen to their moans and grunts as my
once pure, perfect was fucked every which way by my most hated rival.
At around 3:00 am, Jeff finally came out of our bedroom. He was still
naked, and his semi-erect cock was slick and red. He hardly looked at me
as he walked across the living room and stepped into the bathroom.
I was hoping that the ordeal would finally be over. Despite wacking off
2 more times on the sofa, I just wanted him out of my house already. But
my hopes would not be realized as Jeff came out and walked right back into
my bedroom and slammed the door.
For the rest of the night the door remained closed. I had long since
fell asleep when he finally emerged from the room in the morning. As he
walked to the door already fully dressed, he gave me his typical "I'm the
Winner!" smile, before he spoke:
"Bob, there's nothing like fucking your worst enemies wife, especially
when he so stupid as to allow it. See ya at work."
And he walked out. For the next half hour I didn't move. I just
couldn't bare to see what was left of my gorgeous wife. I got up and took
a drink to calm my nerves. Finally I made my way into my bedroom, and my
eyes swelled up with tears.
The love of my life was a complete mess. She was passed out on the bed
from the countless hours of fucking and looked as if every part of her body
had been used. Her large white where now dark with bite marks
all over them. Her lips were also red, large and swollen, and her
once pristine, tight was stretched and oozing cum.
Her ass faired no better. Her taught white skin now had angry welts
crisscrossing her ass and upper thighs. Even a few hand marks could still
be seen. Her asshole was equally stretched and leaking cum.
I looked back up to her face, her sweet beautiful face. It was
completely drenched in come. The pearl necklace he left from fucking her
tits was still not completely dry.
Then I noticed the shiny glint coming from her pussy. I peered inside
and looking through all the cum, I saw that there was a metallic object
lodged inside. I stuck my fingers into my wife's used and slowly
pulled out the object. Marry moaned as it was removed.
When it was finally out, I realized it was a metal plate. I turned it
around and read: "Jefferson Smith, Vice President"
I cried as I put it back in.
Unbelievable. He truly fucked the hell out of your wife. I still can't
believe it. More over, I still can't believe you actually let him do it.
I still don't really know why I did.
In any case, how did Marry handle it?
We really haven't talked about it. And the worst part is we still
haven't made love since. She's still just too sore and can hardly walk,
let alone have sex. But I fear that making love to her will just never be
the same again. Jefferson truly ruined her body.
tend to do that to their worst enemies' wives when given the
I suppose. But there's something else that really bothers me.
For some reason she keeps his nameplate next to her night stand.
Your kidding? What the hell for?
I think she may actually have enjoyed it. I think she may even want to
see him again.
Oh that's fucked up.
Tell me about.
Has Jeff showed any interest in wanting to fuck her again?
I don't think he does.
How do you know that?
He called me into his office the next day. Thanked me for giving him
something to screw, but not to expect him to ease off on our competing.
The bastard, its the least he should do.
Then he told me that though he had fun ruining my wife, he wouldn't fuck
something so ugly and nasty again.
Ya, not only did he ravage my wife, now he tells me she's not good
enough to fuck again.
Well my friend, your humiliation at the hand of your worst enemy is now
I suppose so. Here's the tape you asked for. Enjoy it.
Wow, sorry to say this, but I will. Just for the sake of asking, did
you watch any of it yet?
Yeah, five times already.
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