Overpowered Men

Chapter Six: The New Bit

Chapter Six: The New Bit

The new bits arrived three days later. I had to admit they were pretty clever. The woman who had come up with the design was twenty-five and had brought her husband here for their honeymoon three months ago. His honeymoon was destined to go on for the rest of his life. She came up with the new bit because she missed the long oral sessions she indulged in before they got married.

My wife was in a dither that morning. She came early without her new lover, changed my bit, hitched me up and rode me off to a secluded spot on the trail that had a bench. She stopped me in front of the bench, jumped down, stripped off her shorts, sat down in front of me and spread heaven for me to see.

“Kneel down and get to work, Jack,” she demanded. “You used to be very good at this so I expect a stellar performance. There is no reward, of course, for a great job but you can count on punishment if I’m not convinced you did your best.”

I got on my knees and leaned in. Satisfying my wife in this manner is actually something I enjoy and am fairly good at. I take pleasure in having her squirming and screaming as a result of my ministrations and the vicarious satisfaction is rewarding. Not as gratifying as the real thing but that clearly wasn’t happening anytime soon so I did my best.

I brought her to the brink and held her there for almost ten minutes before I let her fall off the back side. One advantage of s*x with a familiar partner instead of a stranger is that you know from practice what works and what doesn’t. I knew my wife’s body like a well worn road map and followed it to the peaks clearly marked in red. It took her fifteen minutes to recover enough to open her eyes and look at me.

“Golly, Jack,” she whispered, “you weren’t thinking that maybe I’d see the error of my ways, were you? That I realize what I was missing? That I would want that so badly that I would decide to set you free so we could go back of our old life?”

I was, of course. It hadn’t been conscious but I recognized that I had put extra effort hoping for that very outcome.

“Jack, you are so slow sometimes,” she chuckled. “I don’t need to set you free to get that. I can have it anytime I want.”

Disappointment must have flashed in my eyes because she laughed and pulled me back in for another session of temple worship. I was slightly pissed at her and tried to back off a tiny bit but a warning growl from her throat reminded me she was holding all of the cards and my balls.

“Very nice, Jack,” she purred when she surfaced the second time, “I’m going to give you a special treat for that. Today’s hint is going to be better than average.”

This would be the third hint in as many days. The first two hadn’t made any sense at all and I was regretting my foolish decision to bet both of my baby-makers. I waited for another cryptic clue.

“This is a good one, Jack,” she exclaimed, “it doesn’t start with the letter ‘N’.”

“s**t,” I thought, “I had some great ones starting with ‘N’.”

“Oh, Jack,” she crowed, “you look so disappointed. Did little Jacky have some good ones picked out?”

I nodded my head.

“Let me think,” she mused, “like…’No libido’ maybe or ‘Not a Chance’ or perhaps ‘Not Expected to c*m’?”

“Dammit!” I thought. “She had my number. I had thought of all three and was leaning toward the last one.”

“See, Jack,” she boasted, “great clue. Now you can concentrate on the other 25 letters in the alphabet.”

I could feel my balls trying to retract into my body. They were having a premonition that something was coming for them and they were trying to hide. What had I been thinking of? I floated off into a stupor as she drove me on the trail to the pond.

There were three other carts at the pond when we arrived. Harriet, Julia and a younger woman whom I hadn’t seen before were having lunch on the blanket. Julia looked very angry.

“Hi, Harriet, hi, Jewel,” my wife said pleasantly.

Harriet started to speak but Julia jumped up and shouted, “Don’t f*****g ‘hi Jewel’ me, you little whore.”

“Julia,” my wife said sweetly, “we’ve been over this. It’s like using a dildo. You aren’t angry when I use my dildo, why are you angry now?”

“Bullshit,” she screamed, “it’s not the same. He’s a guy and he’s your husband!”

“Jewel, sweetie,” my wife soothed, taking Julia in her arms, “it didn’t mean anything. It’s you I care about. I promise. Jewel, honey, you know you are going to want to use your boyfriend like that and I’m not going to care. You need to get over this, please, baby.”

Some of the anger left Julia’s face as my wife’s words and actions soothed her but if looks could kill I would have been a dead man. Those smoldering eyes looked at me with real hate. My wife turned to the third woman and stuck out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Carol.”

“Oh, hi,” she replied, “I’m Carmen.”

“How long have you been here, Carmen?” my wife asked.

“Three months,” she replied. “I came here with my new husband on our honeymoon.”

“Oh! You’re the one who invented the clever new bit,” my wife gushed.

“Uh…yes I am,” she stuttered.

“Wow! I just used it…I mean…it works great! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Carmen blushed. “I’m glad it works for you. I had to come up with something. I’ve been going crazy the past few months.”

“How did you happen to end up here on your honeymoon anyway?” my wife asked bluntly.

“Well…,” Carmen said, “I just couldn’t see myself as a housewife and my boyfriend had these kinky ideas and I…well, I wasn’t really interested in coming here but he insisted. I think he thought he would act like a pony during the day and then get to be with me at night. Then we got here and I…um…it kind of drove me crazy to have him helpless like this and I… I couldn’t keep my hands off of myself and I couldn’t imagine going back to my old life and…”

“Welcome to the club,” my wife joked. “It’s like an addiction, isn’t it?”

“Um, yes it is,” Carmen replied. “I mean it’s what he asked for and it’s not what I wanted and now I wouldn’t give it up although I’m sure he would like to. Funny how life works sometimes.”

Julia gradually got over being mad and the ladies spent the afternoon drinking wine, snacking and swimming in the pond. They all swam without suits which was a treat on the eyes except for Harriet who was kind of dumpy. Carmen made up for it with her sleek twenty-five year old frame. I noticed her husband refused to look at her. Too much torture I suppose.

As my wife was putting me away for the night Carmen walked over to my stall. She stepped through the gate, moved next to me and grabbed my balls.

“Which one of these are you planning to take?” she asked my wife.

“Oh, you haven’t heard,” my wife laughed. “I conned the stupid s**t into betting both of them. I’m planning on making two of those cool throwing things that Julia has.”

She patted me on my still sore ass and said, “Only a few more days, Jack, and those sweet little globes are going to be mine.”

They walked away laughing while I sat in the corner and tried to think of names.