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Carving Her Initials
by Abdulbenthere (address withheld)

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Sexy wife carves her initials... in her hubby's skin. 
Sequel to "What the Cab Driver Saw" also available in 
this directory. (MF, voy, exh, oral, bd, tor, rom)

***

Part 1: Told by Dave

My head hurt as I gradually woke up in my own bed, flat 
on my back. I tried to roll over only to discover that 
my hands and feet were tied to the bedposts. Still half 
asleep I shouted for my wife

"Hey Dianne, what the hell is this?"

Dianne came into the room wearing a see-through baby-
doll nightie and an evil grin. "Next time you have a 
night out with the boys don't get so sauced. You made a 
mess of the living room rug before you realized you 
were too drunk to walk." 

I chuckled but it made my head hurt more. Then I 
realized that I was not only tied up but completely 
naked. Then through the fog I realized what Dianne was 
wearing: "Baby, were you dressed like that when they 
brought me home?"

"Yes, but so were Sue and Angie. The cab driver enjoyed 
the show, but I tipped him an extra fifty to keep 
quiet." Sue was Hank's wife, Angie was Bill's. We 
partied together a lot since we became neighbors, but 
no swapping or swinging: Everyone was faithful to our 
own partners. Then the thought of our three drop-dead 
gorgeous wives in Victoria's Secret lingerie herding 
three drunken husbands to the right houses must have 
been something.

"I'll be right back," Di said and turned back into the 
hallway.

I thought I'd go back to sleep, but my head hurt too 
much. I opened my eyes to see Dianne offering me a 
glass of tomato juice with a straw.

As I sipped I noticed she had put some towels on the 
bed next to me and what looked like tools on top of the 
towels. She noticed me looking and giggled.

"Remember that National Geographic show we watched at 
Bill and Angie's last week, Sweet Heart?" 

Oh, shit, I thought.

"Remember how those African people were initiated? How 
they had all those cuts on their bodies to produce 
scars? Well, I thought it would be a good morning to 
initiate you, before your self administered anesthetic 
wore off."

"Dianne, please don't do something we'll both regret" I 
begged, remembering the TV show. I had said I thought 
it was exciting, Hank had agreed and Bill said 
something, but I didn't know the girls had overheard 
us.

"Oh, I won't regret it at all," she said through her 
grin. "In fact I just know I'm going to be so proud of 
you. On the show they said the young men are not 
supposed to show any sign of fear while they're being 
cut. My big brave hubby isn't going to scream when I 
carve my initials in his chest."

Oh shit, double shit I thought as she dragged a dry 
razor with a dull blade across my chest over my left 
nipple.

She picked up the knife and what looked like a hook and 
sat on the bed next to me. She planted a kiss on my 
cheek and whispered "You might want to look the other 
way" then shoved a washcloth into my mouth. I turned my 
head to the right and realized my headache was gone.

The first prick of the hook made me wince as she dug it 
into my skin and sliced off a piece. "Nnngh!" Was all I 
could muster through the cloth in my mouth. She hooked 
and cut and occasionally she blotted the blood with the 
other towel. When she finished cutting she shook a can 
of talcum powder over the wound. "This should make it 
scar up nicely" she whispered as she took the cloth out 
of my mouth,

I tried to look down at my chest. I could barely see 
that she had carved "DIANNE" in capital letters.

She set the tools on the nightstand and turned back to 
me, planting a kiss on my lips and forcing her tongue 
into my mouth like she wanted to lick my eyeballs from 
the inside. Her right hand ran through my hair while 
with her left she fondled my balls and coaxed my limp 
penis to attention.

She pulled away and stood up to remove her panties 
which she pushed into my mouth, wet crotch first. 
Giggling like a school girl she climbed onto the bed to 
straddle me, positioning her cunt over my erection and 
lowered herself onto it. I don't remember her box ever 
feeling so warm, wet and tight all at the same time.

If my hands had been free I would have fondled her 
breasts under the nightie, but as she rocked back and 
forth she did a fair job of fondling them herself. 
Gradually her right hand dropped down to her pubes to 
pull her clit hood back so the clit made better contact 
with me as she moved. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" signaled her 
first orgasm, and a loud "Ooooo" signaled the second. 
Leaning forward she pulled the panties out of my mouth 
and replaced them with her tongue again.

She broke the kiss and my dick sprung out of her as she 
moved to position herself between my tied ankles. She 
lowered her mouth to my dick and began licking her own 
juice off of it before taking it into her lips, teasing 
me for every inch. It was my turn to yell "Oh God!" as 
my load exploded into her mouth.

She pulled herself up next to me and planted a kiss 
full of my jizz right into my mouth. Then she leaned 
back on her elbow and with the other hand delicately 
touched my freshly wounded chest.

"When this scars up I'm going to run my fingers over it 
every time we make love" she whispered. "It will remind 
me of how much my brave husband loves me."

I was about to say something, I don't know what, when 
the phone rang. Di rolled over to reach it.

"Hello... Oh, hi Sue... Yes, It was magnificent! Oh,.." 
She grabbed her panties and pushed them back into my 
mouth. "If I gave him a chance he'd tell you it was 
worth the pain. How's Hank? Oh... No, no, don't start 
cutting until he wakes up."

Oh shit, shit and triple shit I thought. The wives were 
carving their initials in all of us. They had this 
whole thing plotted out.

"Yeah, he needs to be awake to appreciate it. Hey, 
while you're waiting why don't you come over and see my 
work," she looked back at me with my mouth full of 
panties. "No, I'm sure he won't say anything."

I wondered how Bill was doing with Angie.


Part 2

Dianne hung up the phone and looked back at me, then 
got up. She was going to let Sue walk in here and see 
me naked tied to our bed with her panties in my mouth 
and Di's name carved in my chest.

The door bell rand and I heard Di and Sue giggling down 
the hall. Apparently Sue was less confident about this 
than Di had been.

Sue was wearing a pink silk gown that was just long 
enough to keep me from being able to see if she was 
hearing any panties under it. Di was still in the see 
through baby doll that matched the panties in my mouth.

Sue leaned over me to examine the initials on my chest. 
"Did he bleed much?" she asked.

"I kept blotting it. The talcum powder made it clot 
like that."

Sue looked at my half-erect penis. "Did he have any 
trouble getting an erection after you carved him?"

"No, but he never does. Does Hank have..."

I couldn't believe they were having this conversation 
right in front of me.

"Well, I've never come on to Hank when he was hung 
over. The last time he got drunk he was with me and 
(sniggle) he couldn't wait until we got into the 
house."

"Really? You did it in the garage?" Di asked, trying to 
suppress the giggles.

"We started there. I was pretty well wasted too, but I 
remember riding the pony and looking at the rose bush 
by the front door. The next morning I picked my bra up 
off the front lawn. When he woke up he complained about 
itching all over from the grass."

"You slut!" Di teased. They both giggled.

This talk was getting my penis back to horny all over 
again. Then the phone rang and Di picked it up.

"Hello Sue! It's Angie! ... Uh huh... No, don't untie 
him! Sue and I will be right over! Bye. Come on Sue, 
let's go have a look at Bill!"

As Sue started out Di bent over to kiss my cheek and 
say "Don't go away Sweetie, I'll be right back!" and 
stuck her tongue in my ear. They left me there and I 
heard the door close behind them. 

My wife was going to the neighbor's house in just the 
see through baby doll with her ass and pussy bare to 
the world! And my buddy was going to see all three 
wives mostly undressed! If I didn't know Bill as well 
as I did I might have worried, but these girls were not 
into swapping. They were doing this to tease us. In a 
few minutes Sue would be going back to do Hank while 
Angie did Bill again and Di would be here for another 
round with me. My erection was almost full staff again 
just thinking about it.

Just then I heard a tap at the bedroom window. I 
strained my neck to see Dianne knocking from outside in 
her nightie.

"Sweetie, I don't have my key! I locked myself out!"

To be continued...

Archivist's note: This story was submitted anonymously, 
therefore if the author does not submit further 
chapters we will not be able to supply information, so 
there is no point in asking. :)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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