Sharing between young women's best friends

Sharing Among Young Women's Best Friends
Ada never imagined that just two months ago, she didn't even have a single close friend to share her cuckolding lifestyle with, but now she had two like-minded women, Claire and April. Soon, Roberta or other women would join her lifestyle, and she believed she would have more and more friends like them.
"Claire, I have a great idea, and I'd like you to help me with it,"
Ada said to Claire.
"Oh, tell me about it."
"Hmm, do you remember the first time we talked about the cuckolding lifestyle?"
"Yes."
"It seems like a long time ago, about three months ago, right?"
Ada said.
"Yes, time flies."
"In that time, our little group has expanded quite a bit,"
Ada said.
"Hmm...you bet."
"Roberta and April have joined us."
"Heh, yeah, we've formed a quartet now."
"You bet, for the past 11 years, I've been exploring the lifestyle of cuckolded husbands and promiscuous wives all by myself, and now we have four times as many as I did back then."
"Ada, what exactly is your idea?"
"I want to start a club, I want to watch it grow, I want to see our new lifestyle for women flourish. First, I want our husbands, all husbands, to understand and accept their role and status in this kind of life, to respect and admire the wives they've long neglected and ignored. That's the core issue I want to discuss with you."
Ada said.
"Wow! That's great! What kind of club do you want to start?"
"Of course, a club where we can freely train our little ones, where we can freely have sex with other men."
"Wow! Great! But we need to be able to..."
Kerry said.
"Of course, it will require some investment at the beginning. But it's okay, my husband and I have plenty of money. So, are you interested in this?"
Ada said.
"Damn! Ida, of course I'm interested. But how do we do it? You're a company owner, your husband has a lot of business to do, and I have a job too. Who has time to manage the club? Besides, I've never heard of a club like this before, I don't know how to run it." "
Hmm, we'll work out the specifics slowly. But among the four couples, eight of us, everyone has wisdom and money, we're sure we can do this well. We'll call a meeting later and let those cuckolded husbands play a bigger role."
"John will definitely be enthusiastic about this. I heard him promise April last time that he'd do anything she needs,"
Claire said.
"Yeah, he's very good at business, a rare negotiator, and he's very rich. I reckon the club's commercial operation should be a very lucrative business,"
Ida said.
"If everyone has time, let's have a meeting tomorrow,"
Ida continued.
"Oh, tomorrow?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Yes, I've arranged some things for tomorrow. I've already asked Henry to prepare."
"Oh, prepare to do what?"
"Prepare to whip him,"
Clee said. "I'm going to punish him for cheating on me a few months ago."
"Oh, I see. Hmm, I understand your approach. Okay, then let's tentatively plan to meet again on Saturday or next week. I reckon Henry's backside will be ready by then. With everyone present, we can put our plan into action. Oh, by the way, how will you punish him? Will you beat him until he's jumping around?"
Ida asked.
"Of course, I think he'd like that punishment,"
Clee said. "I'll definitely give him a good beating. He deserves it, no problem."
The next morning, Henry got up very early. He did everything his wife asked him to do perfectly. He knew Clee was going to deal with his past affair with another woman, and he didn't want her to find any more excuses to punish him more severely.
His hands rubbed his buttocks incessantly, imagining the impending whipping and the pain it would bring. He tried to calm himself, using the rubbing to tell his skin to endure the painful lashes. Yes, he had to endure this pain; he was destined for this life.
At midday, Henry returned to his room from the garage and saw his wife waiting for him. Clyde looked stunning; she wore a simple yellow dress, her hair styled in a high ponytail, making her look like a teenager despite being 35. Seeing Henry enter, his wife gave him a sympathetic smile, but Henry couldn't manage a smile. Clyde held
a thick whip in her right hand and several long ropes in her left.
"It's time,"
Clyde said. "Don't complain; I don't want to hear anything now. I'm going to spank you, hard, I'm going to teach you a lesson."
Henry nodded obediently, standing there awaiting her instructions.
A low, sturdy, and large bench sat in the middle of the room. Henry knew its purpose, and he lowered his head in shame and fear.
"Take off your pants and underwear."
Henry obediently pulled down his pants. Cly didn't seem in a hurry to begin her punishment; the longer he waited, the more terrified he would feel, and instilling fear was part of the punishment.
Cly walked to the stool and beckoned Henry over. Once he was in front of her, Cly commanded, "Put your hands behind your back."
Henry silently obeyed, lying face down on the stool, allowing his wife to tightly bind his hands, then his legs, and then his neck, waist, and ankles. Cly stood beside him, admiring her art of bondage.
"Henry, I'm going to begin my punishment. I'm going to whip you 50 times, and you must endure the whipping and pain. If you try to avoid it, I'll increase the number of whippings to 75. If you understand, nod."
Henry nodded, trembling.
Kerry stood there for a few minutes, carefully recalling how Ida had punished her husband.
Then she turned and left the room. Henry, unsure where she had gone, was firmly bound to the bench and could only wait.
Kerry returned, carrying a roll of duct tape. She wrapped the tape around Henry's head several times, sealing his mouth tightly to prevent him from screaming later. After all this preparation was done, Kerry picked up the thick leather whip she had bought at the adult store and lashed it hard across her husband's bare buttocks and thighs.
The pain traveled from his buttocks and thighs to Henry's heart. He felt wronged, but this kind of life was indeed self-inflicted and what he had hoped for, so there was nothing to complain about. He silently endured the pain, tears streaming down his face.
"Henry, you have to hold on. We've only just begun, and there's a long way to go. Right now, you're really acting like a proper cuckolded husband,"
Kerry said to him while harshly reprimanding him.
The whipping punishment finally ended after more than half an hour, and Henry felt like he was suffocating.
When Kerry ripped off the tape sealing his mouth and nose, he gasped for breath, crying like a baby.
After untying her husband, Klee went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Whipping him was exhausting!
"I'd like some water too,"
Henry murmured to his wife, kneeling on the ground. He dared not sit down; his buttocks and thighs burned.
"Thank you,"
Henry said gratefully, taking the glass of water from his wife.
"You're welcome, Henry,"
Klee replied, her eyes filled with pity.
"Darling, I will never do anything to betray you again, whether drunk or sober."
"I know, I know,"
Klee said, "but I will still punish you often, do you understand?"
"I understand. I'm very grateful for this opportunity. If it were someone else's wife, she would have kicked her treacherous husband out of the house long ago."
Klee smiled contentedly.
"Looks like I won't be able to sit down for a while, my butt hurts so much."
"I'll put some cold cream on you in a bit, that stuff will relieve the pain, just bear with it a little longer. By the way, let me tell you, Henry, if you do anything wrong again, we're quitting this lifestyle, quitting this game."
Chris said.
"No, no, ma'am, don't quit. I promise I won't let you down again."
*** *** *** ***
"Have you heard about what we do?"
Ida asked Roberta.
"Yes, I know a little,"
Roberta said with a smile.
“Then tell me, my girl.”
“Jack cheated on me. You hired a private investigator to look into him, and then you sent me the evidence. You know what? My bastard husband saw the evidence I showed him and cried in fear. He kept begging me not to abandon him. Now, he’s completely under my control, and I’ve decided to further train him into a complete cuckold, just like your and Cly’s husbands.”
Roberta gestured, pointing at Ida and Cly and laughing.
“He’s sitting over there.”
She nodded towards the other side of the bar. Several women looked over; there, four women’s cuckolded husbands were sitting together, drinking and chatting. April looked at the men, standing among the women, unsure how things would unfold, but she would soon.
“I haven’t told Jack all the rules yet, but he’ll soon be kneeling before me begging for forgiveness, giving me the chance to punish him properly,”
Roberta said, laughing.
“Looks like you’ve gotten off to a good start, dear Robbie,”
Cly said.
“I think so,”
Roberta continued. “I don’t know what John was talking to him about; Jack was just nodding along. Do you think John was telling him what his life would be like from now on, that his ass would be the part I punish him for?”
“Maybe,”
April said, “but I can’t be sure. I’ll go ask my poor little thing later, and I’ll tell you all about it when we get together next time.”
She glanced at Ida and asked, “We’re getting together again next week, aren’t we?”
“Yes, like I said, we have a lot to talk about. I’ve come up with a grand plan that needs your support, all of you,”
Ida said.
Cly nodded, already knowing what Ida’s plan was.
The men sitting on the other side of the bar didn’t notice their wives watching them, as was the case at other times. These men had all been cheated on by their wives, except for Jack. But he was about to be cheated on too. And frankly, these men had no reason to complain about being treated this way.
Henry stood up and ordered the waitress to bring them more drinks; this was their third. Jack looked up at him, hoping to get confirmation from him of what John had just told him.
"Yes,"
Henry said, "he was very straightforward."
"So, all three of you are like this now?"
Jack asked.
"Yes,"
Clarence said, "but the two of them are just getting started, while I have years of experience in this. It's not easy at first, but over time you find it very exciting, and it's hard to explain why. You have to abandon your dignity and obey your wife completely. You are her cuckolded husband, her true slave."
"God! I can't do that! I can't! The thought of that position is humiliating,"
Jack said.
"You're right,"
John said, "but you will do it, and you will kneel before your wife and beg her for a little something, but you'll hardly get it. I'm just starting out in this lifestyle, but I've already learned a lot."
At this moment, April saw her husband looking at her and beckoned him over. John pointed to his nose, his eyes asking, "Was she calling me?"
April nodded.
He turned to the men and said, "Wait a moment, gentlemen, my mistress is calling me."
Then he left. The other men watched him walk through the crowded bar to the wives.
The remaining men were watching closely. They saw April talking to her husband while pointing in their direction, and they noticed she seemed to be pointing at Jack.
Henry seemed to sense what the women were talking about; they probably realized Jack wasn't going to give in. They saw John frown, nod and say "okay" to the women, then return to them.
"Hey, Jack,"
John said, "you'd better watch out. Your beautiful wife has some particular thoughts about you tonight."
"What thoughts?"
Jack asked.
"I can't tell you what she said, but I'm warning you, you'd better not go against her, don't embarrass her, or you'll be in big trouble."
Jack swallowed hard.
"You'd better go over there. She wants you to come over now,"
John said.
Jack quickly finished his drink and struggled through the crowd to his wife Roberta and the other women's seats. He tried to maintain his dignity, but the women couldn't help but giggle at his strange expression.
"Hey, darling, what do you want me to do?"
Jack said.
"Jack, you still love me, don't you?"
Roberta asked.
He disliked his wife's tone, but his only answer was, "Of course I love you."
"So, you'll do anything for me, right? Didn't you promise me that last night?"
"Yes, no problem."
"Hmm, very good. Now I'm going to have you do something, something a little embarrassing. But it won't take long, and then you'll be a lovely little baby again, okay?"
"What...what do you want me to do?"
Klee looked at him, knowing he was terrified. "It won't hurt much, baby. But we have to do it,"
Klee told him.
"What for?"
"Come with me to the parking lot outside, Jack. Don't ask so many questions, don't just stare at me like that. Do you understand?"
Roberta said. "You've lied to me before. You've lied to me so many times, but I've always tried to forget the painful things. But now I think I've found a way. Come on, let's go to the parking lot outside and leave all your doubts, hopes, and wishes here. Let's go!"
"Yes, too...too,"
he stammered, his heart filled with bitterness, hopelessness, and fear. He knew he had no way out.
Several wives stood up and followed Jack outside. Ida beckoned to Clarence to come and watch their belongings on the seats. He obediently came over, like the other cuckolded husbands, they didn't care what their wives were going to do to Jack, because it was nothing new to them.
The women led Jack to the parking lot behind the bar, to the back of Ida's big Lincoln.
Roberta walked up to her husband and grabbed his penis through his trousers.
"What are you doing…"
"Unzip your pants, big boy! Don't talk nonsense, just do as I say. You understand? Nod and tell me you understand!"
He nodded.
"Take off your pants, Jack."
"Ah!"
His wife stared at him silently, saying nothing, just waiting. All the women were waiting.
Jack felt confused—no, he was terrified. He slowly pulled down his pants.
"Take off your underwear too!"
"But, Roberta…"
"Are you afraid these women will see you naked? Big boy, you betrayed me, you deserve to be punished, understand? Hurry up and do as I say, tear off all your clothes, quick!"
Looking at his wife's ferocious expression, Jack knew he had to obey, so he stripped naked from the waist down. He saw several women staring at his crotch, and tried to laugh it off, but no sound came out. His penis twitched, like a three-year-old's.
"Looks like your little thing is a bit tired! Did you go on another date with your 'five-touch'?"
Roberta asked, knowing he must have masturbated.
Now, Roberta thought, she had a way to prevent him from masturbating so easily. She turned to look at Chris and asked her to take something out of her bag. Chris handed the bag to Roberta and took the thing out to show Jack.
"What's that?"
Jack asked, his voice still relatively normal.

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