My wife and I have been married for quite a few years and have two teen-aged children. Even though we are reluctantly middle-aged, regular hours in the gym, on bikes, and on the soccer field have kept us in pretty good shape and looking more youthful than our years. Physically my wife is slender and girlish, and having been graced with more than ample manhood, to this day I find the tightness of her narrow hips reminiscent of teen-age nights in the back seat of a car.
Like most people in our situation, the lack of privacy from kids in the house and the lack of time due to the regular schedule of activities, has resulted in diminished sexual activity. In our younger days, before kids, and even when they were infants, we could easily pass away hours or entire weekends in sexual bliss. We were very adventurous together, and have many memories, and a few videos, to show for it.
Fantasies were shared openly between us and ranged across the spectrum. We even went through a period where, with the help of a substantial amount of tequila, we shared some sexual experiences with a couple we knew well. However, this was a unique event, and our love and lust for each other was what we thrived on.
When I first met my wife in college, she was also attracted to one of my roommates. In the end I won, but her fascination with Tim never passed and she often included him in the fantasies she shared with me. She fucked him over and over in her mind, and shared every lurid detail with me.
At one point during a wild afternoon of lovemaking, I shared with her an odd experience that occurred after a night of heavy college drinking, when Tim had blurted out an off-the-wall comment about sucking my dick. I told her it was a comment that was likely made in jest, and thought it might cool her ardor for Tim, but instead she was intrigued. She insisted that there was no way I would refuse a reasonable offer to have my dick sucked, particularly if it meant I owed nothing in return. I told her the truth, nothing happened, but she wouldn't accept that answer.
It became evident that she was fascinated with the idea, and that it was turning her on, so in the end I let her think whatever she wanted to think. Our lovemaking that afternoon was intense, and she literally worshipped my big dick with her mouth with a far away look in her eyes. It was clear what she was trying to imagine something.
For as long as I can remember, I've been turned on by anal stimulation. My wife, of course, was aware of this, and following the afternoon described above she started spending a lot more attention in this area. It seemed she had made some connection between my interest in anal sex, and her thoughts on what may have happened that night with Tim. The result was her fingers and her tongue would regularly find their way up my ass, and I was in bliss.
She had me buy some toys, and while I often used them on her, she used them as frequently on me. The talk of Tim was a major part of these sessions, making it clear her fantasies were centered on that night in college and what she believed may have taken place. This went on for quite some time, but then faded off as we moved on to other topics. But the theme of me being serviced by a guy still came up from time to time, and she gradually changed it around so that it was I who was providing the service.
It was not uncommon for her to slide a dildo up my ass as we made love, which caused my big dick to swell even more, which in turn increased her pleasure. She would also occasionally work a penis shaped dildo in and out of my mouth as I fucked her, all the time whispering nasty comments in my ear about helping her suck off one of her boyfriends. The sex was fantastic, and I did whatever she asked, which was a huge turn on for me.
I tend to the dominant side in my normal day-to-day life, and I found being dominated and somewhat humiliated by her to be incredibly arousing. It was a new discovery in my own psyche, and I enjoyed the sessions where I was able to explore it. We often talked of getting her a strap-on to use on me, and she loved to tease me with scenarios where she would even let her friend Robin have a go. During these type sessions I often vowed to serve her every desire, and they usually ended with me being spent beyond words.
All this ended as our kids began to grow. We loved our family life, and became absorbed in it. The difficulties of indulging wild sexual interests with growing and curious kids in the house caused the activity to essentially cease. We still explored each other, but with less frequency and less intensity. There were no regrets, as I say we loved our family life and were dedicated to it. But over time it seemed we both missed our fun together, just the two of us with no inhibitions.
And so it came to pass that I recently chose to stay home from work on a school day in the hope of addressing our unrequited interests. I showered while my wife took the kids to school, with anticipation of some fun when she returned, and on a whim, I thoroughly cleaned and lubricated my ass, with the hopes that she may wish to indulge in practices from the past. Luck was with me, and in the course of foreplay my wife went after my anus. Her finger, then fingers, easily slipped in due to my hopeful preparations.
She folded my legs back to my chest and explored me deeply for the first time in years, and I was in heaven. After so long a hiatus, I found the anal attention to be intense, and responded with obvious pleasure. When I finally came up for air and entered her, she was soaked. So far I had hardly touched her, but I had noticed her trying to rub herself on my leg. Upon entering her, it was only a matter of moments until she exploded in orgasm. Clearly dominating me, by taking my ass with her fingers, had turned her own. We spent the rest of the morning in bed, and it was a beautiful time together.
After the morning together, she found many occasions to remind me how easily she could control me. One day she came into the bathroom while I was showering before work, and lovingly washed my cock and balls. She slipped a soapy finger up my ass and worked it in and out a few times. Then with a smirk she left me standing there with a raging erection, stating she hoped I thought about her while at work.
Other times she would kiss me, and rub my anus through my pants, with the pressure on my ass getting the obvious physical reaction. She liked to do this in the kitchen, which opened to the living room where the kids, and sometimes their friends, would be watching the television. With the countertop arrangement, they were not able to see her hands or my reaction. She'd walk away with a smile, enjoying my discomfort, and I'd have to remain behind the counter until my condition improved.
She had me in a continuously horny state, which was reminiscent of the past when she would tease me for days before allowing me release. Certainly our love life was changing in a more active and positive direction.
Several weeks had passed when my wife announced that she and I were getting away for a Saturday night alone. She had arranged for the kids to stay with friends, and had rented a hotel room in a neighboring city. With a devilish smirk, she informed me that I was in for a huge surprise. Needless to say, I was more than eager, and the excitement level was high as we drove to our destination. It turned out to be a simple chain hotel, but that was hardly the point. We checked in and found our room with the glow of a newlywed couple.
Once we were inside, she had me fix some stiff drinks from the stock she had brought along. That it was tequila she had bought, which used to always make her wild, was not lost on me as I gladly poured and stirred. In the meantime, she started removing a tripod and video camera from the bag she had brought in. My heart jumped, this had not happened in many years. I resisted the urge to ask questions, and simply followed her lead in helping to set up the equipment in one corner of the room, overlooking the king size bed.
Once that was complete, and we had started our second drink, she unceremoniously demanded that I strip. I took note of the authority in her voice with no minor thrill, as I mentioned before I loved when she took a dominant role and tonight appeared to be headed in that direction. I was naked within a couple of minutes, and my cock was at half-mast in anticipation. She went back to her bag and came out with two leather wristbands lined with velvet, which she quickly strapped to my wrists with no resistance from me. Each band had two steel D-rings attached to it, on opposite sides. Obviously, my sweet wife had been shopping while I was at work.
My mind wondered to the bag and what else may be in it, but the mood made it clear this was no time for questions. Hardly a word had passed between us, when she suggested that if I wanted any more of my drink, I should get it. While I did so, she stacked three of the over-sized hotel pillows in the middle of the bed. She then ordered me onto the bed, and had me lay face down across the pillows with my head towards the foot of the bed, which like most hotel beds had no visible frame. As I lay down she arranged the stack of pillows so that it landed directly under my crotch. The effect was not lost on me. My ass was high in the air and my now stiff cock and balls were pointed straight back between my legs and thus exposed.
She looked at the arrangement with satisfaction, then went to her bag and came out with several lengths of heavy cord. The situation was getting exciting, and I hadn't moved a muscle, willingly going along with everything. This was shaping up to be an exciting night. She took a piece of cord and tied it to a D-ring on my left wrist, then pulled my arm tightly as she fastened the other end of the cord to the foot of the bed on that side.
She then went to the right side and repeated the procedure, stretching my arms tight as she did so. The effect was that my arms were extended out in a nearly a "T", and my chin rested on the back edge of the mattress. With my naked ass high in the air, I felt very vulnerable indeed.
Next she took from her bag some black velvet eye covers, attached to an elastic band, the type you see people use on airplanes when they want to sleep on long flights. She placed these over my eyes and adjusted the band so that it was very tight. The lights absolutely went out as the soft velvet molded to the shape of my face, and I could not see a thing.
After that it was only sound. I heard her go to the bag again, and then she got on the bed alongside my legs. She pulled my feet together and slipped something over them, which she then slid up my legs to the top of my thighs. She had me lift up off the pillows and she slid the object, which felt like some type of band or strap, past my hips until it was around my waist, holding my cock down so it didn't catch. Her touch was electric, but was quickly gone as my weight settled back down onto the pillows. Try as I might, I could not imagine what it was she had just put around me, which caused my level of tension and excitement to grow.
I could hear her working, and then she took my left foot and began to slide something over it. It only took me a moment to realize it was a woman's nylon stocking. This was something totally new between us, and to be honest I didn't like the thought of it at all.
While I enjoyed being humble before her, the thought of wearing women's clothing items was abhorrent to me. I tried to pull my foot away and began to wrestle about, and was just about to object vocally when her hand came down on my bare ass in a vicious slap. It stunned me to momentary stillness, and she spoke for the first time since I had lain down on the bed, "If you want it to end here, just say so."
The excitement up to now had been intense for me, and I knew I did not want it to end. But I was also uneasy about this turn of events and where it would lead. After a moment, I relaxed and let my body go slack, forcing my breathing into a regular pattern and willing myself to end all resistance. Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was something latent within me, but I decided I would do just about anything to see where this evening was going.
After a few minutes, she had a pair of thigh-high nylons on me. It was then obvious that the item placed around my waist had been a garter belt, and this she carefully fastened to the stockings. Her work complete, she got off the bed and was apparently admiring her subject. I could sense her satisfaction. Then she was back at my ankles, and there affixed two more of the leather bands. In short order, my legs were tightly tied to the two remaining corners of the bed, and I lay there naked and exposed, in total darkness, wearing women's nylons.
The humiliation of the moment had killed my hard-on, and I found myself wondering what my now evil wife had in mind for the evening. I suddenly felt her breath at my ear, and her fingers started stroking the backs of one thigh through the nylons. "You have to admit they feel sexy. Silky. Tight. Why do you think women love them so much?"
Her hand continued to stroke my legs through the nylon, occasionally coming high enough to nearly touch my cock. I had to admit the feeling was good, and if I squirmed it was fascinating the way my nylon encased legs seemed to just glide on the sheets. Her fingers rubbing through the nylon was exciting, and I started to respond, and my dick hardened once again.
"See, I knew you'd like it. A slut like you was bound to."
During our younger, more active sex life, dirty talk from my wife was a favorite of mine, and being called a slut excited me greatly.
She got up from the bed and I continued to squirm, knowing she was watching. From the sounds, I could tell she was turning on the video, which stopped my movements. For the moment I was enjoying the feel of women's nylons on my body, but I was certain I didn't want it on film. I started to object, and when I did she quickly stuffed a rag in my open mouth, filling it to silence. The sudden intrusion was both shocking and uncomfortable, and after a moment I realized that she had most likely just used the underwear I had removed a short while ago to stifle my objections. It was certainly effective, now I could no longer see or speak.
"When I want to hear the opinions of a slut, I'll let you know. I want you like this on film, so get used to it. This is only the beginning, and before this night is over anyone who sees this film will no doubt know how big a slut you really are, and how much you love all that happens to you."
The words froze me, and though I must confess to some definite excitement, it also left me uneasy. Would she really show such a video to others? Was she just trying to scare me to show who was in control? I always thought I was the bold one, with limits she could never find. Perhaps I was wrong? As I thought this over, she turned on the cheap clock radio beside the bed to a country and western station. The sound quality was poor, and I found it odd that she did this. It would be much later when I would realize that it was cover noise.
"I'll be back in a little while. Don't go anywhere my little slut."
As the shock of her words sank in, she opened the door to leave the room. I could tell by the sound she opened it wide, and my heart sank. I hadn't heard any light switches so I assumed the lights were all still on. The hotel we were in was the type where the rooms opened directly onto the parking lot, and I could remember beyond that was the parking lot of an all-night restaurant. The door creaked as it slowly swung back on the automatic closer, and it seemed forever until I heard it hit the frame and stop.
The closer was not strong enough to pull it all the way to, and I was relieved when I heard her pull it tightly closed. I had literally broken out in a sweat, and realized I was holding my breath. My God, I was tied naked to a hotel bed, blindfolded, gagged with my own underwear, in women's nylons, with the room door standing open. It was only for a matter of seconds, but it seemed an eternity. I had no way of knowing if anyone had been out there, but my imagination was active and true fear had set in.
She had never acted quite like this before, and if she wanted to humiliate me, she was doing a good job. I sank into the mattress and tried to relax and catch my breath. The thought suddenly occurred to me that she may not have actually left, and I got as still as possible and tried to listen for any noise other than the radio.
But there was no sound at all that I could associate with her presence, and I finally concluded she had truly left the room. Where she went, I had no idea. I tested my bonds, but there was simply no way to escape. So there I was, naked, exposed, and abandoned. The thought of getting caught like this was humiliating beyond anything I had felt before. What if a maid or a maintenance crew happened by, even coming to this room by mistake? The more I worried about it, the more helpless I felt. And then came an interesting realization. The more helpless I felt, the more turned on I became. There was no denying that my hard-on was raging, and I began to squirm about, trying to rub it against the pillows or my leg.
But it was useless, she had me bound too tight to allow the necessary movement. I could feel the cool air of the room on my exposed cock head, and my ass was spread open due to how I was tied, and I was aware of how inviting a position I was in. I squirmed on the bed and worked my ass around, realizing and not caring that the video was surely still on. She was gone quite a while, and the excitement faded and my level of agitation began to increase again. Then suddenly I heard footsteps outside and I froze.
What happened next I only know because of countless hours of watching the video of this night. I heard the key card in the door, and then the door again opened wide. I heard her come in, but was more fixated on the creaking of the door as it slowly closed again, waiting for that welcome click of door against frame. What I could not tell in my blindfolded state, with the radio playing, and with the stealth of their movements, was that two people had come back into the room.
Once again I wondered how exposed I truly was with the door open for those countless seconds. I heard the sound of undressing, but in my worried state was not alert enough to detect multiple people hurriedly removing their clothes. I felt her come near the bed, and then felt her tweak my still hard cock. The contact made me jump, and then her voice was at my ear, "I see my little slut enjoyed his time alone."
She pulled the gag from my mouth. "Is the slut having fun yet?"
My jaw ached and my mouth was totally dried out, so I had no voice. Instead I merely shook my head yes.
"Are you ready for some real fun?"
This time my tongue was wetted, and I croaked out a "Yes, please."
In watching the video later, I was keenly aware that had I known I had a naked guy, a stranger, standing over me, with my body so exposed, and with women's nylons and garters on, as I eagerly agreed to potential abuse by my wife, I would have been devastated beyond words.
Even watching the video later, the humiliation was intense, which, I had to confess, was what partly led to uncontrolled masturbation every time I watched it, with or without my wife. I reveled in it later, but I'm not so sure I could have handled it at the time. But as it was, I had no idea, and behind the safety of the now closed door, I was eager to see where this night with my wife would head.
Her nakedness was confirmed when she knelt down at the foot of the bed, placed a hand on either side of my head, and guided my lips to her nipple. I eagerly went after her breast, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could. After a minute or two, she switched me to her other breast, which I sucked on with the same fervor. After so many years, I still loved to feel my lips on her breasts.
She pulled away and kissed me on top of my head, then spoke into my ear. "Tonight, my little slut, you're going to help me live out some long time fantasies. Tonight, we're going to truly test your limits."
Her words excited me further, and it didn't dawn on me until days later that her reference to "we" did not necessarily include me. She stood and pushed her pussy into my face, and my tongue was quickly out and reaching to serve her. It was an awkward position, but I could tongue her clit and her body language suggested I was being effective.
But it didn't last as she pulled away. Though I was still in total darkness, I could tell from the direction of her movement and the sounds that she was back into her bag. This increased my level of anticipation, and it occurred to me to relax, and pace myself. I tried to focus on the country music still coming from the bedside radio, but even though it was a common song I couldn't even follow the words. She simply had me too agitated to concentrate.
Suddenly she was back before me. Something cold and hard touched the side of my face and I immediately knew it was a dildo, the bullet type, made of smooth hard plastic, and from the feel of it not overly large. She rubbed it around my face and neck, and then lightly slid the tip across my lips. This was familiar territory, even though it had been many years, and I just held my position and let her tease me with it. She played it around my face some more, then came back to my lips, this time with a bit more pressure. I parted my lips slightly, and came out with the tip of my tongue to rub on the end of the hard plastic.
"You like that don't you little slut?"
I nodded yes and opened my mouth, trying to reach for the dildo. But she pulled it back with a giggle, making me reach for it with my tongue. I must have looked ridiculous, flailing my tongue around in the air, and she laughed more.
I stopped with my mouth open and my tongue out.
"That's it", she said, as she laid the hard plastic tip across the top of my tongue. She slid it around on my out-stretched tongue, and again I tried to capture it in my mouth. But she was waiting for me to do so, and laughed as she deftly pulled it away. "The little slut wants the cock in his mouth pretty bad, doesn't he?" The words brought back some of our fun and games from days gone by, and sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. How long had it been since she teased me about putting a cock in my mouth? How many times had we played this game? When I didn't reply, she asked again, "Doesn't he?" I nodded, but that wasn't going to do. "Tell me, slut."
I answered, "yes, I do."
"Yes you do what, slut?"
"Yes, I want the cock in my mouth pretty bad."
"The slut thinks I would want to see him with a cock in his mouth?"
"Yes, I think you do. I think you want me to do it."
"Hmmm, I suppose if you wanted to prove what a little cock-sucking slut you are, I might be inclined to watch."
With that, she brought the tip back to my lips, but as I reached for, she again kept it just out of reach. The best I could do was to close my lips on the very tip, or to slide my tongue along the underside. Every time I would tire, she would bring it back to my lips and I'd try again. After several minutes of this, she asked, "Am I frustrating my little slut?"
"What does the slut want?"
"I want my mouth filled with your cock."
"Bad. Please, may I suck on your cock? I really want it."
"Want it, slut?"
"Yes, and I need it. I need to suck it. I need to show you how far I'll go. Please let me show you."
"But I already know, I've known for years. Is there anything more that you can prove, slut?"
"Test me. Tell me what to do. Do anything to your slut. I'll show you whatever you want to see. I'll go along with whatever you want to try. Just please let me suck on your cock."
"Of course you will, slut. What choice do you have?" And with that she put the dildo to my lips. She didn't push it in; she just held it there and let me wrap my lips around it.
Then she let me draw it in until it I had as much as I could take. My cheeks were sunken in as I pulled on it, and I tried to let it touch the back of my throat without gagging. It wasn't all that large in diameter, but it was hard and smooth and it felt good in my mouth.
I sucked hard on it, trying to show her what a good slut I was.
"Oh my, the slut does like a mouth full of cock, doesn't he?"
I nodded as she grabbed the end and started sliding it back out of my mouth. I resisted with as much vacuum as I could generate until it was almost out, and was relieved when she plunged it right back in. She got a steady rhythm going, back and forth into my mouth. My shoulders were aching from being bound so long, and to relieve the pressure I slid back just enough so that my chin was supported on the mattress.
In that position, she worked the dildo back and forth in my mouth, and I sucked for all I was worth, to show her what a good slut I was. The first time I watched the video of this, I was literally horrified at how I had acted in front of another guy, but at the time I was into the abuse and loving every second of it.
Then suddenly she pulled the dildo from my mouth.
But it was no use. I lay there panting, wishing she hadn't stopped so abruptly. But then I felt something new at my lips. It was much larger, and made of a firm rubberized like material that wasn't totally rigid, but stood out straight nonetheless. I snaked out my tongue along the underside, and found the edge of a mushroom shaped head, confirming my suspicion. It was another dildo, shaped like a real cock.
"Would you like the real thing, slut?"
"Are you sure? This would be like sucking on a real man. And it would be on video."
It had been years since we had such a dildo in the house, and I realized I wanted it in my mouth bad. More than that, I wanted her to see me suck it, regardless of the video camera she just reminded me of. "Yes, I want you to see me sucking on that dick."
With that she plunged it into my mouth as far as she could. No teasing this time, just straight in. It was much larger and therefore much more difficult to accommodate, and when it hit the back of my throat I was almost overcome by a gag reflex. She held it there, almost cruelly, while I tried to adjust, and behind the velvet eye covers I could feel my eyes tear up from the intensity of the reflex. After a few moments, and with great effort, I was able to relax and accept this monster cock deep in the back of my mouth. It wasn't entirely comfortable, but I wasn't going to back down. If this is what she wanted,
I was hers to use.
"Hold it there and don't let it move slut."
With that she let go and stepped away. With my eyes covered, I had no way to know how much of the cock was sticking out of my mouth, but the inside of my mouth was very full, and it was very difficult to swallow. I concentrated on holding the cock as ordered, while she rummaged through her bag once again. Then I felt her on the bed beside me, and a moment later I jumped at the cold shock of liquid landing between my buttocks. It was obviously a lubricant, and it was cold, and she poured it directly on my anus. When I jumped the cock in my mouth slipped out some, and I worked hard at sucking it back into the position she left it.
The coolness of the lubricant served as a reminder of how exposed my ass was. Her fingers slipped into my crack and started rubbing the lube into my asshole. The feeling was fantastic, and intensified when she let her hands drift down and her sharp fingernails slid across my swollen testicles. She was then quickly back at my anus, and without prelude slid a finger well into my ass.
I initially lurched forward at the intrusion, then responded by pushing back as best I could against the exploring finger. I could feel her other knuckles against my ass, and realized her finger was buried as deep as it would go. My breathing became labored, and with my mouth filled to capacity with hard rubber cock, my efforts to breath through my nose became noisy and ragged.
My wife started working her finger in and out, and I moved with her every motion. She paused momentarily, but it was only to line up a second finger, and then I had two thrusting into me. As I said before, I am very susceptible to anal stimulation, and this open abuse of my ass had me in pure heaven. I truly was a slut as I moved against her fingers, all the time sucking brazenly on a mouthful of hard cock.
When she went to three fingers I was almost out of control, and I was trying to get contact against my own cock any way I could. It was no longer possible to breath only though my nose, and I was forced to let the cock in my mouth slip out far enough so that I could breath around it. I laid my head to one side, intentionally facing the camera, and quickly devised a method of letting it slip out far enough to get a breath, then quickly sucking it back in deeply until I needed another. I repeated this process over and over, as the assault on my ass continued.
Sensing that I was reaching a limit, my wife suddenly stopped with all three fingers at their deepest point. She held perfectly still as I tried desperately to catch my breath, with the big rubber cock half in and half out of my mouth so that I could draw air around it. She wiggled her fingers, tickling my prostate, and I groaned loudly as my body suddenly went rigid. This brought a laugh from her, and she pulled her fingers all the way out.
"You are a hot little slut, but I see you couldn't follow simple little instructions to hold that cock in your mouth."
I quickly sucked it back in as far as it would go, and this brought another laugh from her. Without warning, she pushed a dildo into my ass, and I realized it was probably the one in my mouth earlier. It wasn't as big around as three of her fingers, but it went much deeper and I let out a low moan as it reached into places that hadn't been touched in years. Once deeply embedded, she left it and moved back up to my head. "Let's see if you can hold that in place a little better."
I nodded and turned my head down to use the mattress to force the cock in my mouth as deep as I could make it go. Then I turned my blindfolded face back towards her, hoping to get approval.
"Not bad, slut, but you still disappointed me."
She let the comment hang, which let me know I needed to try and make it up any way I could. I was desperately turned on, and willing at this point to do anything. Her hands closed around the cock in my mouth and she started to work it in and out. It was huge, and as she plunged it back and forth, and spun it around, I had to work pretty hard to effectively suck it like the little slut she wanted me to be. My mouth was stretched, and now my ass was stretched, and discomfort became pleasure, as I allowed myself to be willingly used.
She pulled the cock out so that only the tip was at my lips, and I eagerly worked my tongue around the helmet. I knew the shape well from my own cock, and it was exciting to explore it with my mouth.
"The slut likes having a dildo shaped like a real man's cock, doesn't he?"
"Yes, I do."
"Now you know how I feel when I have your big cock in my mouth, don't you slut?"
"Yes I do, and I envy you"
"Because I get to suck a real man's cock?"
I couldn't believe I was saying this. "Yes."
She worked the cock into my mouth a few times, then brought it back out and watched as
I again eagerly attacked it with my lips and tongue. "That I would like to see, my little slut sucking on a real man's cock."
I didn't reply, instead I just kept licking the mushroom head in front of me. Her breathing had changed, and I realized she was getting turned on by the conversation and whatever thoughts it generated in her head. Foolishly, I thought that control of the situation might be shifting a little to my side, and I wondered how to exploit it. At the time I had no idea how wrong I was.
"Would my slut do that for me?"
It was an open-ended question. We had treaded on these waters many times in our past fantasies together, sometimes plunging all the way in, other times just touching on the fringes and moving off in other directions when the mood wasn't exactly right. Thinking back to her earlier comment on testing limits, I was pretty certain that tonight she wanted to explore it deeply. For my own part, I was in a totally depraved mood and ready to serve her any way I could. "Your slut would love to suck a real man's cock for you."
She drew a breath and I could sense her squirm. I had guessed right. "My slut would do that for me? You would let me watch, and let me film it?"
"I would do that for you, but only if you watched. I would suck a man's cock on film, if the humiliation of doing so is what you want from this little slut. How can I tell you no?
I'll do whatever you ask."
"So you wouldn't want to do it for yourself. The slut is willing to put on a show, but is not turned on by the idea?"
I did not intentionally imply this, and thought about it for a moment. The feeling of the big rubber cock in my mouth made for a strong memory, and I tried to decide if I was answering truthfully or playing along as I said, "The feeling of my tongue on this cock head is intense. I love it. If it was a real one, it could only be better. It would really turn me on to suck a real man's cock in front of you."
She let out a low moan of satisfaction as she fed the big rubber cock back into my mouth.
This time she moved it around gently, coming nearly all the way out before going back in, letting me love on it with my lips and tongue right in front of her. The situation was pretty intense. I was tied down spread- eagled on the bed, with my naked ass high and exposed and stuffed full of dildo. I was wearing women's nylons and garters. I was blindfolded, and my lovely wife was gently feeding me a large, realistic rubber cock. My shoulders and neck ached from my position, and the leather cuffs, though lined with velvet, chafed at my wrists, but I didn't care. I had slipped into new depths of depravity, and was totally caught up in the imagery my wife was leading me through.
Pulling the cock head back to my lips, she asked, "You'd suck a real cock for me, slut?"
"Yes, I would."
"Tell me what you want."
I thought about that for a moment as I licked the cock head in front of me. "A young, straight stud, not a gay guy. Someone who, like me, is so turned on by you he'd do anything. I'd want him to have a large dick and a forceful personality to dominate me with, to humiliate me in front of you."
"Humiliate you how, slut?"
"By using me, for his own pleasure, any way he so decided, right in front of you."
"You know I really want to see that, don't you slut?"
"I know now."
"I want to make it happen."
"Then go find the stud."
"What if I did, slut? What if I walked right out of this room, found the first willing guy, and brought him back with me? What would you do then?"
Her breathing was becoming ragged. I had the feeling one of her hands was busy in her pussy as I answered, "I'd suck his dick for you."
She moaned again, "How would it happen?"
"Once he saw me like this, I think it would be pretty obvious that I was ready to be used."
"You're right. There's could be little doubt about that."
"If you helped to remove his pants, and then got him into the right position, I would do the rest. I'd find his cock with my mouth and service it for you to see."
"You'd suck a man's cock in front of me slut?"
"Only in front of you. I'd worship his cock with my mouth, and lick his balls. I'd take him as deep as I could, and try to get every last inch in my mouth, until I could feel his hair against my nose. I'd let him fuck my face, and I'd let you see it all."
She was literally panting now, and finding it hard to speak. "You'd like it slut?"
"I'd love it. Please let me do it for you. Please let me suck a real man's cock."
"Would you want him to cum, slut?"
"Oh God yes, I'd want to feel him pump his cum down my throat. I'd suck him dry and swallow every last drop.
"I want to see that slut. I want to see a man cum in your mouth. You'd really do that for me?"
"Yes. I would suck him until his cum poured down my throat. For you."
"There's only one problem with that, slut."
This caught me by surprise, "What problem?"
She was panting hard now, rubbing the hard rubber cock back and forth across my lips, "If he came in your mouth, he wouldn't be able to fuck your virgin ass for me."
With my love for anal stimulation, hearing those words was like an aphrodisiac to me. I wriggled my ass, trying to increase the stimulation from the dildo, but there was nothing to push against. I drove my mouth down hard on the cock in front of me before answering, "I could get him hard again."
She liked that answer. "You would do that for me, slut? Just so I could see him fuck your ass?"
"I'd suck his cock and balls until he got hard again. If that didn't work fast enough, I'd have you turn him around and then lick his asshole. No man can resist that."
She groaned, "You'd do that, slut?"
"Yes, I'd eat his asshole, just like the little slut I am."
"Oh God, I'd like to see that."
"Then go find me a stud. Bring him here and let me show you what I can do to another man. Let me make your dreams come true."
"You'd do that, slut?" she asked, gasping for air.
I was totally into the scene as I licked the cock head in front of me. "I'd do it right now.
Please find me a man's cock to suck. Please find me a man's ass to eat. Please."
She dropped the rubber cock and I heard it hit the floor. She wrapped her arm around my head and forced my mouth to her breast. No sooner had I clamped down on her nipple, then she exploded in orgasm. Her weight fell against me, pushing my head backwards into a painful position, but I was not about to complain and deter from the intensity of her pleasure.
After a minute she fell to the floor with a moan. She kissed me deeply as she tried to catch her breath, then she brought her cum soaked fingers to my lips and had me clean them off. Gradually she came back to reality, and gently stroked my face. "You have no idea of the monster you've released, slut."
I did not really know what she meant, and had little time to ponder it. My dick was throbbing, and I was turned on to the point that concentrated thought was impossible. She rose and knelt beside me on the bed, and I felt her push the dildo deeper into my ass. It was a vibrating dildo, and for the first time she turned it on. It was deep in my ass, laid up against my prostate, and the vibrations caused an involuntary body response. I went rigid and let out a deep guttural sound, which turned into a long moan. My body started jerking, almost in convulsions, as I tried to adjust to the intense stimulations.
She was back at my head, and kissed me again. "You ready for more, slut? You ready to go to the next level?"
I was really having trouble concentrating. Next level? "Whatever you want, I'll do it."
She stroked my face a moment, kissed me lightly, and then pulled away. I was a panting and eager slut when she brought the cock back to my mouth again. I don't know if it was the different texture, the moisture on the tip, or the slight musky odor, but as it rubbed across my lips I suddenly realized that this was not the rubber cock again. I reeled away in shock, pulling back as hard as I could against my restraints. How could this be? Who was this? Oh my God, how long had he been here?
I was terrified, and as he made contact with my lips again, I turned my face away. He grabbed my face on either side, and then I was sure. These were a man's hands, not my wife's. He tried to hold my head and bring his cock to my lips, but I still resisted wildly. Despite the depravity of the evening, despite the wild fantasy indulgence, despite the nylons on my legs and the dildo buzzing in my ass, I wasn't ready for this. Every time his cock touched my lips, I found a way to pull away. Now even my wife was holding my head, but still I resisted. It was getting pretty rough, and my neck was growing tired, when suddenly they stopped.
The hands left my face and my head dropped to the mattress, facing straight down, and I felt momentarily protected. Suddenly my wife was at my ear, but her manner had changed. "Please baby, it's OK," she whispered softly. "I really want you to do this, and I think you want it to. It's really OK, baby. I've wanted to see you do this ever since I tried to get you to go down on Jeff."
My mind locked in on that instantly. That was so long ago, before we had kids, and even though it had never occurred to me before, I knew exactly what she was talking about. We were with our friends, Robin and Jeff, and we were all drinking a lot of beer and tequila. A friendly card game turned into strip poker, and we were all eventually naked.
With no clothes left, the rules had changed. The winner of each hand got to make a demand of the loser, and they couldn't resist. A couple of rounds went by, and they resulted in mild kissing and fondling of breasts. But then I won, and my wife lost, and I knew what I wanted, and I was just drunk enough to go for it.
She didn't even blink when I stated that my wish was to see her go down on Jeff. He worked out constantly and was buff, and I knew from our shared fantasies that she had often thought of him in sexual ways. For myself, I had always held close a fantasy to see my wife suck another guy's dick.
She slid her chair right over to Jeff's, then had him push his own back from the table so I could see what she was doing. She knew I wanted to watch. She kissed him on the lips, and then started kissing across his muscular chest. I looked over at Robin to gauge her reaction, but she wasn't even aware of me. She was staring glassy eyed as her right hand absently caressed her left breast.
My wife worked her way down his body and sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked him in deeply, and he closed his eyes and laid his head back in pleasure. It was quite a sight, this muscular stud naked and reclined as my wife sucked his cock. She worked on him awhile, then pulled off and started licking his length.
Then she laid her head against his belly, turned to face me, and with her tongue against the top of his cock, she pointed his hard cock directly at me. It was not as big as mine, but it was impressive in size and shape, and it glistened in the light from the moisture her mouth left behind. She continued to point it at me as she licked him and stared directly into my eyes. She arched her eyebrows a couple of times in question, then after a few minutes she went back to giving Jeff head.
It was so clear now, that which had never occurred to me before. She was offering me a chance to join her, to help her give Jeff a blowjob.
It was a stunning revelation, and it actually turned me on to finally see it. Many times we had talked about that night as we made love, and she had never mentioned it.
My wife continued to whisper in my ear, "It's OK, baby. It'll be fun. I need this, it's OK."
But my mind was elsewhere for the moment. Over the years, how many times had I fantasized about this? From the first time she thought I had fooled around with Tim, the thought turned me on as much as it did her. How many times after the night with Jeff and
Robin, when I was traveling and alone, with enough drink in me to lower my inhibitions, did I fantasize about Jeff? To be honest, my most depraved fantasies involved him and the first hard dick besides my own I had seen, and always led to intense masturbation.
In my darkest moments, my favorite scenario for years was having Jeff corner me in one of the normally deserted access tunnels at work, telling me how he saw me staring at his dick that night, and how he would tell everyone if I didn't cooperate with what he wanted. There were many nights over the years when I thought about what it would be like to feel his muscular chest, his washboard stomach, his tight buttocks, and his rock hard cock.
And there were other fantasies, often following similar make believe sessions with my wife, when she'd bring up the name of someone young and good looking that she knew I could visualize. And there were nights when I even looked at gay porn on the internet and found it arousing, jerking off in the process. So what was the problem now?
It wasn't a matter that it didn't turn me on, because it did. It wasn't that I hadn't thought about doing it, I had. The realization that my dick had remained rock hard through the whole event stood in testament to that, and I was certain that it was due to more than the buzzing dildo in my ass.
And then it dawned on me. I was simply afraid. Afraid of what it said about me. Afraid that somehow it might get out and affect my work, or my life with my family. Afraid of what it said about my manhood. As I listened to my wife whisper in my ear, clearly wanting this to happen, I wondered what there was to be afraid of. Here was a chance I had often jumped at in my imagination. My wonderful wife was with me. She set it up, and she wanted it to happen. If this chance passed, it would never occur again, and I suddenly knew I did not want that to happen. I knew I really wanted to do this.
The stiffness in my neck testified to how long we had been at this when I lifted my head once again. For me, the room was still jet-black, but I knew he was there. I didn't know who he was, I didn't know how my wife had found him, but I knew he was waiting, most certainly with a hard-on, for me to be a slut. So I simply pointed my face straight-ahead and opened my mouth.
"Oh, yes baby. That's it. Be my little slut. Oh, yes. Oh, yes."
Then her demeanor switched back, and she immediately took control again. "It looks like the little slut is ready."
He was still there, and he was still hard. I felt his cock brush my lips, and I reached forward with my mouth to close the deal before I had a chance to change my mind. He had other plans, however. Now that he was in control, he wanted to tease me. He rubbed his hard cock all over my face, and avoided every effort by me to get my mouth on it. It was clear his cock was as big as mine, and that excited me more, fueling my efforts. But he wouldn't give in.
At best I could get the head of his cock against my lips, and touch the tip with my tongue. This went on for a while, and my frustration level grew. Finally he was holding still directly in front of me, and with my extended tongue I could feel the outline of his mushroom head. My wife was breathing heavily into my ear as I tried to hook the tip of my tongue under the edge of the head and pull it to my mouth.
"Please. Let me suck your cock. Please. I need it."
That was all he needed, to hear me beg. My humiliation spurred him on, and he grabbed either side of my head and simply slid his hard cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper it went, until it hit the back of my throat. My lips closed around it with greed, and I let out a low, long groan of satisfaction. He held it there, and my tongue did a quick exploration. It was certainly as long as mine, but thicker, judging from the feel of it. It wasn't as thick as the rubber cock had been, which actually made it a more comfortable fit.
What really stood out was the heat. All the toys my wife had used on my mouth over the years were cold. His cock was hot, very hot, and it was intoxicating to feel another man's heat in my mouth. My wife was at my ear, "Oh my God, you little slut. Oh, my God." I could feel my cheeks hollow out as I sucked deeply. This was good, and I knew this memory would be permanently burned into my consciousness.
He started to slide back out, and gave a sharp jump when I caught him with a tooth. Thus
I learned my first lesson of cock sucking, that the dildos and rubber cocks could never teach me. Be careful with the teeth. He paused for a moment, then slid the rest of the way out, then back in. It was incredible. He then pulled halfway out, and I opened my mouth wide, letting him simply lay on my tongue. I could feel the energy in him pulsing in his cock head, as I felt my wife move around to get a look.
"You little slut. You don't know how much you turn me on. Love that cock. Suck it for me slut. Show me had bad you've wanted this. Show me how hard it was to wait so many years to do what you knew you wanted, what you knew you were made to do."
My mouth closed around him, and I tried my best to put on a show. My ass was still high and full of vibrating dildo. The nylons were silky as I squirmed on the sheets. My mouth was stretched around a big, hot cock, and I loved it. It was pure sensory overload, and as I felt my wife get up I wondered why I had ever resisted. I could hear her messing with the video camera and I had no doubt that a close-up of me with a face full of real man meat was being preserved on tape. Then I felt her get on the bed, and then straddle my back. She planted her pussy on my lower back, and I could feel her wetness. Then she pressed her breasts against my shoulder blades as she leaned into my ear from behind.
"That's it slut. Suck that hard dick. It looks so incredible in your mouth. Suck it, slut.
Show me how bad you've wanted this. Show him what a good little slut you are."
I sucked wildly as she kept the running commentary going.
"That's good, that's so good slut. Finally, a big hard cock in your virgin mouth. I've waited so long. You're mine slut. Now you'll do whatever I say. Now I know you have no limits. Your life is forever changed. Suck it, slut. Suck it for me."
She ground her pussy into my back and her arousal was affecting her deeply, and she alternated between urging me own and animalistic grunts. He had started fucking my face with a steady rhythm, holding me head steady in both hands, and I offered him a willing, unresisting mouth. His intensity was building, and he was no longer concerned about my comfort, as his big dick slammed into my throat opening. I was new to this, and it was hard not to gag as tears once again welled up under the velvet, but I offered no resistance.
I wanted to be used. My body went slack under my slithering wife, and I let him use my mouth for his pleasure. Her fingers came around on either side of me face to my lips, and she felt the hard cock pummeling in and out of my mouth.
"That's so good slut. Let him have you. Serve him. Serve him, slut. Oh, God that cock in your mouth is so beautiful. Take him, slut, let him use your mouth."
Her breathing was coming up short now. "I can feel it slut, I can feel his cock fucking your face."
With that, she erupted in orgasm, rubbing along my back with abandon as she kissed the side of my face and reached under me to pull at my nipples. I was vaguely aware of the discomfort of my body caused by my position, accented by her weight suddenly collapsing on me, but I remained focused on the hard cock working back and forth in my mouth. My stud was now breathing rapidly himself, pulling his hard cock completely out of my mouth before slamming back in to the willing hole, and his grip in my hair was tightening.
I was getting the hang of this, and now I could feel the firmness of his belly against my nose every stroke as he slammed his cock all the way into my mouth. The feel of his pubic hair on the underside of my nose gave me a perverted sense of pride, and I tried to relax even more as this assault on my face picked up in tempo.
He was beyond caring about me; I was just a warm, wet hole to use. He was slamming into me almost viciously, and I offered only willingness in return. I could not even imagine being used like this, and it turned me on. I knew I was now totally hooked on abuse and humiliation, more than I ever thought before, and this was the ultimate experience.
My wife was back at my ear, urging me on. "You've got him all, slut. Every last inch. I don't even think I could do that, slut. You're incredible. Wait until you see this video, you're incredible. You're not going to believe it. Oh my God, slut. Suck him, suck him. Let him use you."
Let him I did. He started to moan, to which she said, "Here it comes, slut. The moment you've been waiting for. Suck him dry. Get ready. Get ready. You're going to love this. You were made to do this. Look at you go, slut. Oh God, why did we wait so long."
His moans became a single, low noise. He was now pulling my hair and ears painfully.
His cock was moving back and forth very rapidly, going all the way in, then all the way out. He had his rhythm set, and he wasn't letting up. Sweat dripped onto the top of my head and splashed onto my shoulders. My lips were sore, my tongue was simply trying to stay out of the way, and my throat was open as I applied a continuous suction while breathing noisily through my nose. I knew a guy could swell before he comes, and for the first time I felt it with my mouth. I almost quit breathing.
Then with a cry, he shoved his cock all the way in. The head was in my throat, his pubic hair was smashed against my nose, and I experienced the incredible sensation of his cock pumping cum down my throat. With his cock buried so deep, swallowing was not an option, it just happened. Over and over he pumped as he held my head against his belly, and his cock seemed to have a life of it's own as it pulsed over and over in my mouth.
Gradually he came down, and as he settled back to the floor I realized he had been up on his toes. His hot cock was still twitching, but already I could tell some of the stiffness was fading, though it remained an impressive mouthful.
He released his grip on my hair and ears, and the relief I felt brought with it the surprise of pain I was not even aware of. He pulled partially back, and let his cock head lay on my tongue. My willing mouth was held open, and I squirmed against the buzzing in my ass, wishing once again that I could get some friction against my own throbbing cock. As he breathing leveled off, his cock continued to leak cum onto my tongue, giving me the first real taste of it. The taste excited me, and I held my mouth in the open position as my wife moved around in front to see.
"Did you like that, slut?"
All I could do was nod as I began to lovingly work his softening cock in my mouth. My mouth was sore, but I didn't want to lose it. It had all ended to quickly for me, I realized.
He pulled out and I let go with reluctance. "No!" But as he released my head and I let it drop, I realized how badly I needed to hang my head and give my sore neck a break.
"Did you like the feel of him cumming in your mouth?"
"So you like being a cum slut?"
"Yes, I love it."
My wife lifted my head and kissed me, exploring my cum stained mouth with her tongue.
"You were awesome, slut."
She let my head drop back to the mattress and stood. A moment later, I felt her turn off the vibrator in my ass, then slowly ease it out. For the first time in quite a while, my body totally relaxed.
I lay for a while, trying to catch my breath. I was aware of my wife and my stud whispering to each other, and with the radio still playing I finally suspected that she didn't want me to be able to recognize his voice. The distinct sound of drinks being made had me wishing I had one for myself, but instead I was left alone to rest in the darkness induced by my blindfold. Cum sluts apparently were not worthy of drinks.
After a while I recognized the sound of kissing, which left me feeling a bit jealous. I was acutely aware of how outrageous that seemed under the circumstances, but the feeling was there nonetheless.
By the time I heard them moving around again, I was ready to be back in the middle of whatever action was going on. I felt my stud's hands on either side of my head, which was lifted and presented with his now soft cock. I eagerly accepted it into my mouth, and the contrast to his previous hard state was fascinating. His entire soft cock fit easily into my mouth, and my tongue played in the folds of skin just under his head.
Gradually at first, and then with greater speed, it grew inside my mouth. I sucked his cock as it went from soft to hard, and it was one of the most exciting sexual experiences ever. To feel his manly dick come to life in my mouth gave me a sense of pride yet again, and it didn't take me long to have him totally hard. He was a stud, and he was ready to put his slut to good use again.
He whispered to my wife, then she was at my ear, "Nice work, slut. Even though he's hard and ready, he still wants that special treatment you offered."
This left me momentarily confused, until I felt him back his bare ass into my face. I didn't hesitate, whoever this guy was, I was hungry for more of him. He was evidently bent over, and I reached up and tried to work my tongue between his ass cheeks. But I was too low on the mattress, and bound as I was I couldn't reach the target. So he dropped to all fours, which helped, but now I was too high and too tightly tied to reach forward.
He got up again, and there was a sound of furniture moving. After a minute, I felt the heat of his ass pressing into my face. It seemed he was now laid across a chair which put him at the perfect height, and I had before me a feast I had scarcely ever imagined, and wasn't about to let get away.
I let my tongue drift down his crack, then back up, intentionally stopping before I reached his asshole. It was time for me to tease a little. Up and down I went, as I heard my wife say, "Are you going to lick his asshole, slut?" I shook my head in the affirmative as I continued to lick, skipping past his asshole down towards his balls.
He was in a position that left him totally exposed, and I wanted to take advantage of it. I could feel my nose buried in the crack of his ass, and his butt cheeks pressing on my facial cheeks, and the claustrophobic feel of it was exciting.
"Do it, slut. Lick his asshole for me. Let me see it. Show me how much you love to eat man ass, slut."
Her hands came down and spread his ass cheeks, opening the way for me and, I suspected, making it easier for her to see. With my eyes covered I could only imagine the scene before me, and it turned me on. With my tongue fully extended, I traced the tip of it up from his balls until I felt it rake across his asshole. I was rewarded by a lurch of his body and a low groan from my wife.
"That's it, slut. Lick that manly asshole."
I licked all around the rim, then back across the middle, then around the other way. Every time my tongue touched the center of his asshole, he jumped. "That's it, slut that's it. Show him how good it feels. He told me he's never had his asshole eaten before. If he likes it, I told him he could have my little cum slut lick his hole any time he wants."
That spurred me on, and I went after his ass in earnest. I tried to drive my tongue up into his asshole, but with only limited success. He liked my efforts, however, and pushed back against my face to help. I felt my wife's fingers come in, and I licked her fingers and his asshole at the same time.
He was moaning and writhing about as my tongue worked on his delicious ass. Then my wife dipped her fingertips into his hole, and spread him open for me. I pushed my tongue in between her fingers, and managed to get into his asshole a little ways, working my tongue in and out in rapid motions. When she suddenly let go, his anus closed on the tip of my tongue, and I held it there as long as I could before the muscles did their job and rejected me.
I felt my wife get up, and then his own hands came back to spread his cheeks. My lips circled around his hole, and I pulled as much suction as I could as my tongue worked at the opening. "Oh my God, slut, if only your powerful buddies at the office could see you now." Bound and tied, in women's nylons and garter, wantonly eating the ass of some stud. She was right, what if they could see me now.
"I do have a video, slut. Who knows who might see it? Do you care? Is it enough to make you give up that hot ass and quit now?"
I shook my head no and kept sucking. My stud was grinding back against my face and groaning continuously. There was no way I was going to give it up.
"You're making him crazy, slut. You and your magic tongue. Lick that man ass slut. Eat him like the little cum slut you are."
He was getting very agitated, and I was relentless in my attack on his delicious asshole. I didn't want it to end, but he abruptly pulled away, spun around, and jammed his rock hard cock into my mouth. It was a willing hole, and I gave him free access to do as he pleased. His ran his cock in and out a few times, and then pulled out. When I felt his weight settle onto the bed alongside my legs, I had no doubt what was coming next.
"You wouldn't want us to waste that beautiful hard-on when your virgin ass has been high and inviting to be fucked all night, would you slut?"
There could be little question the thought made me nervous, but likewise there could have been no doubt that it would have come to this. I knew I had no choice, it was going to happen. But I also knew I wanted to do it. All I could do was shake my head no.
"Would you like him to fuck you in the ass, slut?"
"Are you sure? We could stop here, Lord knows you've done enough", she asked teasingly.
"I want it."
"Want what, slut?"
"I want him to fuck me in the ass. I want him to take my cherry."
"Oh, I already took that years ago. But he can be your first real man, if you really want it."
"I really do."
"I'm not convinced, slut. You don't sound too sure of yourself."
"I'm just nervous. I want it. Please, I want it bad. I need to feel his cock in my ass. Please let him fuck me."
"If you insist, slut."
I felt her move onto the bed, and I knew she wasn't talking to me when I heard her say, "This I have to see."
I could feel him on the bed, kneeling between my legs, and I knew that with the pillows under my crotch, and my legs spread wide and tied down, he had an unobstructed view of his goal. I buried my face in the mattress and thought about how I must look to him, actually happy to be so blatantly exposed and available. My cock was hard and extended back, and I wished he would simply touch it or stroke it. But he made no move to do so. I was his slut to use, and he owed me nothing.
The cold shock of lubricant once again being poured on my ass made me jump, and I tensed for what was to follow. "Oh slut, your ass looks so inviting, I wish I could fuck you myself. He's going to fill you full with that big cock. I hope you can take it."
With that I felt his cock line up in my crack and slide greasily along between my buttocks. He seemed happy to be simply sliding it back and forth through the crack for the moment, covering it in lube. I could clearly feel his size, and even though fingers and a dildo had loosened up my anus, I couldn't help but fear this monster. Nevertheless, I wanted it, and I wanted it bad.
"That's sexy, slut. You look good with a cock sliding along your ass."
With that he pulled back and rubbed his head across my virgin hole. The contact made me jump, which brought a chuckle. Then he lined up with my asshole, and pushed a little.
"Go slow, I want to see it all."
My first instinct was to move away from this intrusion, but then I got control and began to push back. I could feel the pressure build as he pushed harder. "Oh, it's slipping in slut."
I couldn't really tell, as the head was still expanding my anus and it simply came across as pressure. But then the head slipped in and my ass closed around it, and the feeling was intense.
"Oh my God, slut, oh my God." Her breathing was as labored as mine, as he held that position for a moment. There was definitely some discomfort, but it was out- weighed by the pleasure. After a couple of minutes, he pushed forward, and with the head past my sphincter, he moved into to me easily. He went in all the way, or so I thought.
"My God slut, you've got most of him in you. That's one big cock that's buried in your ass. My God, my God."
He withdrew, thankfully understanding the need to go slow. Nearly all the way out, he came back in again, nice and easy. He eased along like this for a few minutes, and gradually I felt his hips come to rest against my buttocks. Now I knew I had him all.
Nothing had ever filled me like this. As with my mouth earlier, the heat of the beast was an intense sensation. I may have had a dildo in my ass as deep in the past, but nothing as wide, and his cock had a life to it that no plastic or rubber dildo could match. The feel of it rubbing past my prostate was electric, and I quickly went from mild discomfort to pure unadulterated pleasure. My ass was as full as it could be, and I loved it.
I felt his hands grab me at the sides, above my hip bones, and he began to fuck my ass with a steady rhythm. I had my face buried in the bed and I lost myself as I released my body to the pleasure. As his thrusts became more forceful, I became more willing. Over and over he plowed into my ass, and I was meeting every stroke.
My wife was at my head now, talking to my ear, which was bouncing forward with every thrust.
"It's beautiful, slut. He's fucking your ass good. You should see this monster sliding into your asshole. I don't know where you are putting it, slut, but you are good. This is hot, so hot. Tell me you like it, slut, tell me."
I could hardly speak, as I stammered out, "I love it, oh God I love it."
"Louder slut, I want to be sure it's on the video."
Much louder, I said "I love his huge cock up my ass. Thank you, baby, thank you. Watch him fuck me baby, oh God watch him fuck me."
She took my head in both hands and lifted it up, bringing a cock shaped dildo to my mouth. It took a moment to register that she had put on a strap-on dildo, and she was now letting the motion of my body from his thrusts cause the dildo to slide in and out of my mouth. I lapped at the dildo as best I could under the circumstances, licking and sucking with wild abandon.
"The slut likes it from both ends. We'll have to remember that for next time."
Those words spurred me on as I serviced a rubber cock with my mouth and a real live man cock with my ass. I was being used on a grand scale, on video, and loving every second of it.
He suddenly pulled up and stopped moving in my ass. I couldn't accept this and started working myself back and forth on his shaft as best I could. This caught my wife's attention, and I could tell they were both watching as I degraded myself, trying hard to ride a cock that I clearly could not get enough of.
Then he fell forward onto my back, his weight coming down on me. This forced the cock out of my mouth as my head was pushed down over the edge of the mattress. The heat and weight of him on top of me was exhilarating as I felt his hips began to pump. He slid his hands under my body and forward and gripped my shoulders, driving me back as his hips shoved forward. I could hear the heavy breathing of my wife as his hips picked up speed, and I could tell she was masturbating as she watched. He drove into me harder and harder until it was almost an act of violence, and my uplifted ass met every stroke.
"Fuck my ass, you big stud. Fuck me hard. Yes, fuck me hard," I shouted.
The sweat was pooling between us, as I heard the rhythm of his breathing change. He was about to fill me, and I was ready for it. His cadence was relentless, until finally he stretched forward hard with a low, long groan. For the second time tonight, I felt his cock swell and then I felt his cum boiling out into my ass. He held it in, buried to the hilt, as spasm after spasm swept down the length of his glorious cock. His body was taut, and his grip on my shoulders was painful, but I could only feel his cum fill my ass. I became vaguely aware of my wife panting at my head, obviously coming down from her own orgasm. I bit the covers as she whispered in my ear, "You are such a cum slut, such a beautiful cum slut."
He began to stroke in and out again as he came down, and I had the marvelous feeling of his dick softening in my ass. Even as it softened it moved easily in me; my ass was opened up, well lubricated, and willing. Then he pulled out and rolled over onto the bed next to me, and the rush of cool air on my soaking back was refreshing.
Gradually we all came down from the high, and I had the odd thought that I had often read of people who came without contact from being so turned on. I was definitely turned on to the maximum, but my throbbing cock bore testimony to the fact that I still needed release.
After a few minutes, my wife kissed me without a word, then got up and I could hear her kissing him. He got off the bed, and then I heard the shower start. The two of them got in, and I could hear laughing and talking over the sound of the water. Once again, jealousy awoke within me, and once again, I was keenly aware of how ridiculous that was. When they came out of the shower, my wife laid her wet head on the small of my back with her feet obviously to the side of the bed.
It didn't take long for the sounds and the movements to make it clear what was happening, the stud was eating her pussy. She rolled her head around on my back, using me as a pillow. Over the years I suspect I may have gone down on her no less than a thousand times, it was one of my favorite pastimes. So it took no great effort on my part to follow her through her cycles simply by sound effects, building steadily until she finally let go in a thundering orgasm. The sounds, and the pleasure they brought, were so familiar that I may as well been going down on her myself.
It wasn't much longer before the stud left, swinging the door wide for the third time since I had been tied down naked, blindfolded, in women's nylons. This time I hardly cared at all.
Later that night, before we drifted off to sleep, I had to ask, as I lay there in nylons my wife made me put back on after my own shower. Not surprisingly, she refused to tell me who the stud was, or even how she had arranged this tryst. As I drifted off to sleep, she made one last comment that brought me back wide awake.
"You know slut, he's someone who knows you and sees you from time to time. From now on, when you walk around town, it will be with the knowledge that every guy you see or talk to may be the one that fucked your brains out."